no turning back

• thirty two •

gladys

He started with my shirt—or should I say his?—tugging it over my head while his gaze devoured my bare body. I was left completely naked, but I felt no shame. How could I feel any negative emotion when each stroke of his heated stare made my stomach tingle and skin flush?

My heart thundered in my chest as I processed this moment. Part of me was still hesitant to give into him, wondering if this would end up hurting me more in the end. But the rest of me craved his skin and touch and hold more than breathing.

The flowers kind of broke my resolve. I didn't realize how much I missed him until he was walking toward me with that beautiful bouquet. Although it was such a simple gesture, it meant everything to me. My heart felt so full at the thought.

I love this man, I thought helplessly. All I want is him.

His hands cupped my ass, pulling me closer to him in his lip so that my legs straddled his hips. The hard rod of his cock rubbed me through his slacks. I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself as a moan rolled up my throat. Just the pressure of his member against my bare pussy was enough to leave me soaked.

"You're so fucking beautiful."

I glanced at his face, my cheeks flaming under his praise. He smiled faintly before a look of focus overcame him. Rolling his hips up to bring our pelvises together, he simultaneously kissed me and pulled me closer. His lips were soft, contrary to the stubble on his cheeks and chin rubbing my face. It stung a little but I found it incredibly sexy.

Tangling one hand in my hair, he pulled my head back and latched onto one of my breasts, sucking and licking at the nipple. I wiggled against his stiffness, whimpering at his greedy feast on my body. Hot pleasure rolled down to my core.

As he doted on my other peak, he removed the hand in my hair and spread my legs open with his. He reached between my thighs and caressed my slit. I gasped and thrust my chest up into his face. His teeth cut against my hard bud as a growl escaped him.

"Eli," I whispered breathily. "Please . . . I need you."

All of the resistance I'd given him since our first communication crumbled, and the overwhelming desire to be satisfied by his hands consumed me. I felt no fear for consequences. I only wanted him, and nothing had ever affected me so strongly.

Thrusting two fingers inside me, his lips moved to my throat. My breathing hastened as he left hickeys on my neck, all the while sliding his fingers in and out of me. I dug my nails into his shoulders while my core clenched and squeezed him.

"Always so wet for me," he grumbled huskily, his nose nudging my jaw upward. "Like your pussy was made for me." I groaned, pleasure knotting in my lower abdomen. "Is that right, Angel? Was your pussy made for me?"

"Fuck," I cried. "Yes—yes, I was made for you."

The words flowed off my tongue without thought. I would have told him anything he wanted to hear at this point.

His thumb flicked my swollen clit, as if he was rewarding my response. I gasped again. I was so close, so fucking close.

"Now I want to hear you say it," he growled.

My teeth clamped onto my bottom lip while I fought off the immense moan building deep inside me. I couldn't speak in fear of screaming out.

Elijah removed his fingers from my snatch entirely and the emptiness shocked me. My eyes flew open, searching his in desperation. He raised a brow at me.

Huffing, I grabbed his hand and pulled it back to my center. He didn't resist as I guided his fingers up and down my wetness, hissing each time my clit buzzes with raw desire.