Chapter 7
by 
MidnightWriter
what happens next?
Kiss him
I hesitate a moment before leaning up, my lips finding his. Elijah smiles against my lips happily returning the kiss. His lips quickly move from my lips to my chin, and to the sensitive flesh where my neck meets my shoulder. My hands fly up instinctively, fingers gripping his shoulders as my head falls back against the vanity mirror. The cold glass against my skin is the only thing keeping me upright as Elijah's mouth continues its slow descent, lips and teeth marking a path down my exposed neck and collarbone. His hands move with practiced ease, one sliding up to cradle the back of my head while the other sweeps across my ribs, fingertips brushing the underside of my breasts through my wedding dress.
"You taste exactly how I remember," he murmurs against my skin, words vibrating through my body. His teeth graze the swell of my cleavage, tongue tracing the edge of the delicate lace trim.
"You're still my girl."
The words pierce through me like a knife. Partly because this is so wrong, I'm marrying Alex in less than an hour and here I am in the church with Elijah kissing me. The other part more selfish, I missed him always did. Sometimes I would fantasize about something like this happening. I never felt too guilty because we all have fantasy's and that's ok but acting on it, that's something entirely different and this...this is cheating.
My body arches against the vanity mirror as Elijah's hands slide up my sides, fingertips tracing the curves hidden beneath layers of ivory silk and lace. His mouth finds the sensitive spot just below my ear, sucking gently until I feel the echo of his touch all the way to my core. The chapel clock ticks steadily, each passing second bringing me closer to the altar and the promises I swore to keep to another man.
"Fifty minutes," Elijah breathes against my skin, his voice thick with need and possession. His hands drop to my waist, thumbs pressing into the delicate dip where my body narrows before flaring back. "I can make this last twenty minutes, or I can make every second count."