Belladonna's gown slipped off her body with ease, her gaze fixed on Eli who was leaning on an elbow so he could look at her.
Eli was the one always initiating their intimate moment, he always took the lead too, so right now, she was just doing whatever her lust-driven brain was telling her to do.
She moved to him, climbing up the bed and over him, her face hovering above his.
She could still see the doubt somewhere in his eyes, she wanted it to become non-existent.
Right now the thoughts of Alaris and her mission were far away.
So far away.
The body pressed against hers with warmth was all she could think about, the person under her was all her mind could think of.
"Donn---" she didn't let him finish that, her lips sealed against his, consumed his in the best way she knew how to.
She moved against him, the curves of her body melting against his own, his length pressed against her in a way that caused her to wriggle.
