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My breath comes in short gasps as Elijah's hands slide up my sides, fingers hooking into the bodice of my wedding dress. The fabric strains slightly, delicate lace catching on his rough skin as he pulls my body flush against his. His lips crash against mine, hungry and demanding, all restraint stripped away now that I've given him this moment.

I kiss him back with equal desperation, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pull him closer. His teeth catch my lower lip, tugging just enough to send sparks down my body. The taste of him; warm and familiar with a faint undercurrent of coffee floods my senses.

"God, I've missed this." he nearly groans in between kisses.

My fingers tighten in his hair as his hands slide down to grip my thighs, lifting me onto the vanity with effortless strength. The mirror rattles against the wall, but neither of us care. The cool glass presses against my back as Elijah's body settles between my legs, the hard length of him pressing against me through layers of clothing. His mouth moves to my jaw, then down my neck as his hands push up the heavy silk of my wedding gown. My breath catches as his rough palms slide up the bare skin of my thighs.

"You're even more beautiful like this," he murmurs against my throat. His fingers brush the damp fabric of my panties, and a low groan rumbles from his chest. The reality of the situation crashes down around me; the church, the wedding guests, the groom waiting outside, yet my body arches into Elijah's touch. His fingers trace the damp fabric with deliberate slowness, applying just enough pressure to make my hips jerk against him.

"Still so responsive for me," he growls, hooking his fingers into the lace and pulling it aside with one swift motion. His thumb finds my clit immediately, circling with exactly the right pressure. A broken moan escapes my lips as he adds a second finger, sliding them deep inside with practiced ease.

"Shhh," he whispers against my ear, his other hand pressing firmly against my hip to still my movements. "Not too loud." he says nibbling the sensitive flesh under my ear lobe. His thumb circles my clit with agonizing precision as his fingers thrust slowly inside me, stretching and filling me in ways that make my back arch off the mirror. Every brush of his thumb sends sparks shooting through my body, tightening my muscles around his fingers.

"You're dripping for me," Elijah rasps, his words rough with restrained need. He pulls his fingers from me just long enough to bring them to his lips, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum. The sight makes my stomach clench with fresh arousal.

"Still sweet as honey," he murmurs before diving back in, his mouth replacing his fingers between my thighs. His tongue laps at my needy pussy with devastating accuracy, finding that bundle of nerves instantly and working it in slow, deliberate circles. The cool glass of the mirror digs into my back as my hips grind against his mouth, seeking more pressure, more friction.

Elijah grips my thighs, holding me still as he feasts on me, his tongue thrusting inside my wet pussy before returning to my clit.

"Elijah," I gasp, my voice a breathy, hoarse whisper as my orgasm builds. My fingers scramble for purchase on the vanity, knocking over a bottle of perfume that spills across the marble surface of the church floor in a sharp tang that pierces the air.

His name on my lips makes him groan against my pussy, the vibration sending fresh waves of sensation coursing through me. He redoubles his efforts, tongue flicking faster, harder as his fingers plunge back inside me. The tight coil in my belly winds tighter, hotter, until I'm teetering on the edge.

"Come for me," Elijah demands, the words muffled but clear as his teeth graze my inner thigh. His fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes my vision whiten at the edges. "Let me taste you."

His tongue lashes at my clit as his fingers thrust, and my back arches violently off the mirror. The climax rips through me in sharp pulses, my body shuddering as Elijah holds me firmly in place, his mouth relentless against my throbbing sex. Stars explode behind my closed eyelids as pleasure rolls through me in waves, every nerve ending alight. My fingers tighten in his hair, holding him close as I ride out the intense release.

My entire body convulses against the vanity mirror, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the marble surface as waves of white-hot pleasure rip through me. Elijah's mouth stays locked between my thighs, drinking every drop of my release as my inner muscles clench around his fingers in rhythmic spasms.

Elijah doesn't stop, doesn't let up, even as my thighs squeeze and tremble around his head. His tongue soothes the oversensitive bud as my hips jerk helplessly, drawing out every last spasm of my orgasm.

My legs quiver violently, muscles twitching as the last echoes of my climax fade. Elijah rises from between my thighs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His dark eyes glow with satisfaction, lips glistening with my arousal as he steps closer. The vanity mirror behind me shows my flushed skin, kiss-swollen lips, and the disheveled perfection of my bridal dress wrinkled now, hiked up around my waist.

"That was eight minutes," Elijah murmurs, words thick with barely restrained need. His hands grip my waist, fingers pressing into the soft flesh covered by my silk dress, as he pulls me to the edge of the vanity.