He kisses me, refusing to let me question him, even if my heart was shattering from the pain in his words.
In one swift movement, he lifts me into his arms and carries me upstairs to our bedroom.
After dropping me on the bed, he pins me with his stare, like he’s mapping every inch of my body.
My heart throttles, my skin blooming before him. I reach to undo my dress.
He stops me. “Let me do it.”
Wetting his lips, Elias makes a quick work of his clothes. Buttons slip free under his fingers. Fabric slithers to the floor.
Soon he’s naked in his full glory, all strength and rippling muscles, his hard shaft curled against his stomach, a vein pulsing on the side. The sight steals the breath from my lungs.
My mouth waters. My core pulses. I knot my hands in the bedsheets to stop myself from climbing him.
I need him now, always and forever.
Elias stalks toward me, stopping when his legs touch mine. I widen my stance and draw him in. With reverence, he pushes me flat on the mattress. Then he tugs down the straps of my dress with his teeth, baring my heated skin to the cold air.
“You’re my goddess,” he breathes.
Gentle hands skim from my throat to my tits. He thumbs my nipples, and a moan slips out of me.
I arch my back, needing more. “Elias, please.”
“Please what?”
“Kiss me. Touch me. Make love to me.”
He groans and seals his lips over mine again, tongue sliding deep, licking, sampling, tasting like he’s dying of thirst.
I whimper when he yanks off my underwear.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, his finger sweeping from my clit to my entrance.
Sparks alight. I clench his wrist, urging him on.
Low and gravelly chuckles reach my ears. “Impatient, myzemër.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Your asshole.” He laughs, sliding a finger inside my entrance, curling it precisely the right way, and grazes a tender spot.
Pleasure builds sharply. My legs shake. An orgasm barrels in from nowhere.
But just as it’s about to crest, he stops.
“No,” I whimper.
“Not yet. This,” his breath catches, “will never be enough.”
The earlier ache flares behind my sternum again. He makes it sound like this is the last time, and he doesn’twant it to end.
But before I can ask, he bites my nipple and gives it a hard suck.
The sensations shoot straight to my clit, drawing out a half moan, half sob.
I tremble beneath him, clutching his backside.
