Chapter 18
Charlotte
I would burn in hell for wanting the devil. But I was too intoxicated to care—drunk on his earthy-sweet scent and high on the taste of him on my tongue.
Elijah hungrily stared at where he touched my bottom lip with his thumb. “Since you don’t respond well to questions, how about I just tell you what my intentions are, what I plan on doing to you? Then you can just nod that pretty little head of yours.” He stepped up close, his n***d body a breath away from mine, the tip of his thick length brushing against my stomach. Every move he made dominated my senses, his presence filling every bone in my body that was primed to be taken and used. To be swept away by ecstasy.
He wrapped his palm around his swollen c**k, and I looked down, his thumb wiping at a drop of pre-c*m
