Life in Draft Mode: BOOK 1

TAKING CONTROL

Elias let out a low, guttural groan of surprise that quickly turned into a look of pure appreciation. Maya sat astride him, her hair falling like a dark curtain around them. She didn't give him a moment to recover; she began to move, her hips tracing slow, agonizing circles that drew a sharp intake of breath from him.

Elias watched her with hooded eyes, his hands reaching up to find purchase on her waist, his thumbs digging slightly into her skin to anchor her. Every upward thrust was met with the heavy, solid heat of him, creating a friction that made Maya’s head light.

The quiet room was filled with the rhythmic sound of their breathing and the soft, desperate moans Maya couldn't hold back. As she arched her back, her head falling back to expose the elegant line of her throat, Elias reached up. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over the peaks she had been caressing herself, before pulling her down just enough to take one into his mouth.

The heat of his tongue sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core. Maya’s movements became more frantic, more urgent. She leaned forward, her sweat-slicked skin sliding against his shaft. whispering his name like a prayer against his lips.

"You wanted... all day..." she panted, her voice thick with desire. "I hope you have the stamina, Mr. Clark Kent?"