“Please… I can’t… I’m so sensitive…”
The words were a broken whisper, torn from my raw throat. My body was a live wire, every nerve ending screaming from overuse. Elias’s low chuckle vibrated through me, his breath hot against my inner thigh.
“You can,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise. “And you will.”
I loved him like this… this was who he really was. This was exactly how he wanted me.
His tongue dragged a slow, wet line up my seam, and I jerked against the sheets, a sob catching in my chest. f**k, not again. I was so exposed, so utterly used, spread open between them with no hope of escape.
Not that I wanted to escape. That was the most terrifying, thrilling part of it all. This was, SO.FUCKING. GOOD.
It had started hours ago now, the slow burning tension that built as soon as
