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“Okay. I’ll make my way towards the train station now.”
“Great — thanks a million. I’ll text you his address so you know where to go once you arrive.”
Savannah thanked Kaci and hung up. How had she missed the fact that Elijah lived in Greenwich? Actually after having realized that he was the mystery talk show host, she hadn’t given much thought to the fact that he was now based in New York. Kaci’s text came through and she saw that Elijah lived only a few miles from her parents. Savannah realized she still had the company AMEX card and she figured that this would be an expense for which to use it. She booked herself an express ticket and settled into her seat for the familiar journey. She couldn’t hide the fact that she was thrilled to be seeing Elijah again yet she feared the intense attraction between them.
Less than an hour later, Savannah found herself in the Greenwich train station. She was about to look for a cab when a friendly older gentleman approached her.
“Miss O’Hara?”
“Yes.”
“Hello I’m Tripp, Dr. Preston sent me. I’m to take you to his house.”
Savannah was inwardly excited that the man didn’t offer to take the papers from her and send her on her way; she followed him out of the station. The drive was short and they pulled up to an impressive stone house that sat atop a large hill that backed up to a massive grove of trees.
She followed Tripp to the front door and he unlocked it before ushering Savannah inside. The hallway was done in dark grey tones and was clearly masculine. Tripp led her to a small sitting room in the front of the house and left her there promising to return with Dr. Preston.
Too nervous to sit, Savannah circled the small room. The walls were painted a bright white, and the furniture was stark white, too. It almost looked clinical except the five large canvases that covered the walls. The paintings were rich and colorful and Savannah examined them closely. Each depicted a different forest scene. The most intriguing painting had a lion sitting proudly in the center of the forest, as other animals seemed to bow to it. The lion looked almost human like with bright blue eyes and upon closer examination Savannah noticed that the other animals looked almost human too. The birds nearly resembled beautiful women, and the cheetah seemed to have a human torso.
A painting that depicted a beautiful cottage that appeared to be nestled deep in the woods also intrigued Savannah. The air was pink and hazy around the house and Savannah found herself with her nose pressed against the canvas, trying to see inside the cottage.
“Savannah O’Hara.”
Savannah jumped as Elijah’s silky voice washed over and awakened her deep need for him.
“Elijah,” she said softly, her body completely attuned to him. He was dressed in a pair of worn jeans and a dark t-shirt, the look was one of casual sophistication.
“Thank you for bringing the papers.”
Savannah moved forward and pulled the documents out of her purse. Elijah sat down and pulled a pair of reading glasses out of his pocket. Savannah almost died at the sight of Elijah with his black-framed glasses — he looked intoxicatingly handsome. As he perused the documents, he spoke.
“Do you like the paintings?” his voice was liquid sex and Savannah’s insides clenched.
“Yes, very much so,” she murmured as she moved closer to a painting of a lion draped across a field of flowers. She looked over to see Elijah peering over his glasses at her, his eyes bright with his desire for her. She felt sexy and beautiful under his piercing gaze.
“There are things I want to do to you,” he said in a throaty voice.
“Do them,” she whispered.
Elijah was on top of her almost instantaneously. Savannah didn’t even have time to think as she felt Elijah move behind her, his cock pressing firmly into her back. He ran his fingers down her neck, brushing her hair gently to the side.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he asked softly.
“Doing what?” she panted.
“Driving me mad with desire!” He nipped her shoulder and Savannah yelped from the small stinging pain. “I have to be inside you!”
Savannah was on the couch and she felt Elijah moving behind her before he pushed her down. He kneeled above her, pushing her long dress up to her hips before moving between her legs. Savannah grasped at Elijah, wild with desire for this powerful and attractive man. She barely knew him, yet she wanted nothing more than to feel him fill her completely.
Elijah slid her panties down and Savannah reached up to fumble with Elijah’s jeans.
Elijah gasped with pleasure as Savannah’s fingers brushed against his naked skin and he froze for a moment. Savannah was incredibly turned on by the effect she had on him and she sat up as she advanced on Elijah. She fumbled with his pants, sliding them down his legs as she saw his erection strain against his tight boxer briefs.
Salivating, Savannah pulled down his boxers as his thick cock sprang free. She almost cried with joy at the sight of him and she lowered her eager mouth to his throbbing member. The cry that came from Elijah was primal and ragged as Savannah took him into her mouth. He tasted sweet and sweaty mixed into one, and Savannah licked again and again as she tried to get her fill.
Her fingers ran over Elijah’s balls and he groaned loudly, his mouth forming an O-shape as Savannah pleasured him.
Running her mouth along his delicate skin, she gently ran her tongue over the smooth
curves of his swollen head, flicking lightly against his rim. Elijah writhed beneath her, moaning her name and she smiled as she took him into her mouth, pushing him back deep into her throat.
“Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed, grabbing tightly to her hair. Savannah’s nipples hardened
under her dress as she felt Elijah take hold of her in his dominant way. “I want to come inside you!” he gasped, forcing Savannah off his throbbing cock.
Elijah jumped off the couch, his erection solid and pointing towards the ceiling, as his cerulean eyes stared wildly at Savannah as if he wasn’t sure what to make of her.
Savannah raised her eyebrows at him as if to challenge him and she laid back on the couch, spreading her legs to reveal her pink pussy. Elijah pounced on her with the grace of a powerful lion and positioned himself directly above her tight opening. Savannah braced herself for his entry and just before he thrust into her, he pulled away and jumped off the couch again, cursing loudly.
“What is it?” she asked confused.
“What are you doing to me?” he demanded. “Come with me!” he ordered, yanking Savannah upright. He threw on his jeans and Savannah tugged her dress down as Elijah pulled her through the hallway. They burst out onto his back patio and the warm summer air washed over her.
“You need to know everything,” Elijah said in a strangled voice.
“Huh?”
“I can’t fuck you until you understand what I am!”
He tugged her across his manicured lawn until they were smack in the middle of the yard.
Elijah’s face was wild and his hair was sexily disheveled.
“I can’t understand my desire for you, but I know that I need to share everything,” he choked. His eyes were fixated on a spot of nothingness in the yard and Savannah wondered if perhaps he had cracked. Without warning she noticed that the air in front of her was humming lightly and that it looked slightly wavy, as if it were a mirage.
“Elijah?” she asked softly, her voice shaking.
“It’s okay,” he breathed and he stuck his hand forward towards the wavy air. Savannah wanted to scream as his hand disappeared. He stuck his arm out further and inch-by-inch it seemed to disappear.
“Follow me,” he commanded and Savannah realized that he was sticking his hand into
some type of invisible door. She hesitated, but Elijah pulled her through the portal. The air snapped and crackled around her and she found herself on the other side. She faced a large and lush forest that rested beneath an unusually large moon that gave off a blue hue. This forest seemed vaguely familiar. The air hummed and whispered around them and Savannah knew instantly that she was in the presence of magic. She turned towards
