Eli
The words curl through me like smoke, catching on every raw edge. He doesn’t wait for an answer. His grip at my hip tightens, drawing me fractionally closer, until there’s no space between us but the thinnest thread of air and whatever’s left of my willpower.
The bond reacts instantly. Sharp, hungry, urging me to give in.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he murmurs, voice a slow drag of velvet over steel. “To feel exactly what you’ve been denying you want.”
My throat works, but no words come out.
His hand slides lower, over the curve of my ass, the heat of his palm branding my skin.
“Get on your back,” he orders, voice gone rough.
I don’t move fast enough and he rolls me over with insulting ease, the mattress dipping hard under his weight as he catches both my wrists in one hand
