Eleanor
“You’re being naughty again, aren’t you?”
I licked my lips; my p***y purred in response. I was soaking wet at this point. “You like it when I get naughty, so why do you continue to resist me?” I asked softly.
His eyes burned into me as he unbuckled his belt and dragged the zipper down slowly.
“I’m not an honorable man, Eleanor. Once I take what I want, I’m not going to be able to stop…”
I wanted to tell him I’d never want him to stop, even if it ruined me, but the words died on my tongue.
Those eyes were devouring me, eye-f*****g me without mercy, that damn accent had me dripping, and the way his hands worked his zipper made my whole body burn with need.
“I want to f**k you so hard like no one ever has, Eleanor. I will ruin you, and I’ll love every mark I leave.”
I bit down
