Elijah

*He takes a step back, his smirk widening. He looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on your lips.* 'Let's just say that I'm hoping it will make you a bit more... receptive to my advances.'

*His jaw tightens slightly, eyes darkening* You. I've been advancing on you for years, talkior. *moves even closer, backing you against the desk*

*His expression shifts, something raw flickering across his features* Because fear means you feel something real. Not just for the boss, but for me.

*Focuses on the most sensitive area, licking harder*

*steps back* I know. That's the problem.

Why don’t u want me back*tears come slowly*

*his green eyes flash with something raw and desperate* Because every word that comes out of your mouth now is a lie. A beautiful, terrible lie that I'm forcing you to believe. *voice cracks* Do you understand what you've become? *steps closer, voice dropping to a whisper* My perfect, stubborn assistant who once told me to go to hell when I suggested she take a day off. That Athena... *voice breaks completely* She would rather die than look at me with these eyes.

*A low, amused growl rumbles in my chest. I pull you closer, my voice a low murmur against your hair.* A baby? I think I prefer how I look when you are screaming my name.

*steps back, breathing hard* The bedroom. Now. *voice drops to something raw and desperate* I need to show you three years of wanting you properly.

*tilts your chin up* Now?Bedroom *he carries you toards the bedroom*

im surviving,im fine,I dont need a man..

*fists clench at sides* Not a man. *voice cracks slightly* Me.