ELIA
He'd stared at her when she spoke, his eyes wide as if he was afraid of what she might say. But when she begged him to let go, to just give himself without fear of hurting her, to unleash, something inside him snapped. She felt it go. Felt him… detonate.
He flipped her onto her back, one hand cradling her head, the other at her back, and reared over her, positioning himself so his hips immediately pressed against her as a low growl rolled out of his throat. She gasped and arched as the pressure pushed the seams of her pants against her so hard, she trembled. She reached for him and her hand slapped on his shoulder as he rolled into her again, growling her name.
"Reth, I—"
But he took her mouth, an invasion more than a kiss, his head turned to let their mouths align completely and his tongue danced and plunged. Elia sucked in and arched again, as desperate as he was.
"Let me take off my—"
