The kiss started rough and jealous, filled with all the possessiveness and fury burning inside him. He kissed her hard like he was trying to prove something, his grip firm against her body while anger still flashed across his face between every breath.
His fingers gripped her dress, tearing it off in one swift pull. The second his hands touched her bare skin, a low groan escaped him, deep and rough against her lips. Her soft skin slid beneath his calloused palms as his hands settled on her waist, pressing her deeper into the bed.
His fingers moved quickly, loosening his tie before tossing it aside. He shrugged off his coat, then impatiently tore open the buttons of his shirt and ripped it off completely, every movement filled with raw hunger. Through it all, his lips never left hers. He kissed her relentlessly, leaving her breathless as his tongue swept hungrily against hers.
“Mmh…” she moaned softly, her fingers tangling into his hair as she tugged him back just a little.
Elias pulled away impatiently, just enough to look at her face.
“I…” she whispered between uneven breaths. “Wait… I need… to breathe…” she managed to croak out.
His tongue swept slowly over his lips, his dark eyes dropping to her swollen mouth, still wet from his kisses. Then lower, following the deep blush spreading from her cheeks down the curve of her neck and beneath the black lace of her bra. The sight alone made his need for her ache painfully inside him.
“You can breathe later,” he muttered roughly before crashing back against her lips. “I’m making you mine tonight.”
His voice was hoarse, almost hungry, as he kissed her like he couldn’t get enough.
Elias’s rough fingers slid from her wrists to her sides, brushing over her sensitive skin before trailing lower. The teasing touch made her shiver beneath him. Then his hands moved to her back, and with one sharp pull, her bra came undone.
Her body stiffened instinctively. Elias pulled back just enough to drag the straps down her arms before tossing the delicate fabric aside.
Amara’s eyes lifted to his, and for the first time, she saw him completely undone. The cold, controlled man was gone. Whatstared back at her now was pure hunger, pure madness, as if touching her had become the only thing he wanted in this world.
His hand slid to the back of her neck, gripping firmly as he pulled her closer. His tongue brushed against the shell of her ear before trailing down her neck.
A shaky breath escaped her. The contrast between the wet heat of his mouth and the hard pressure of his grip sent a sharp tremor through her body.
Elias wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t trying to be. Every touch was rough, impatient, almost ruthless in the way he handled her, unlike anything she had ever felt before.
His fingers hooked around the thin fabric at her hips, dragging it down her legs before tossing it aside, leaving her completely bare in front of him.
The sight seemed to snap the last thread of control inside him. Elias bent down immediately, lifting her into his arms as if she weighed nothing. His long strides carried them quickly toward the bedroom, urgency pouring from every movement.
The second they reached the bed, he laid her down and climbed over her without hesitation, his body caging hers beneath him.
Then he turned her over effortlessly, pressing her against the bed. His hand moved along the curve of her spine, slow and possessive, until his fingers reached the small of her back.
Then, without warning, he bent down and bit into the soft flesh of her supple ass, rough enough to make her whole body jolt.
“Mmh…” she whimpered, trembling beneath him as she instinctively tried to move away, but his firm grip held her exactly where he wanted her.
Elias turned her onto her back again, pushing her legs apart as his dark gaze dragged over her flushed body. The sight of her beneath him seemed to drive him further into madness, his breathing turning heavier with every second.
Elias flipped her onto her back again, his large hands sliding beneath her thighs as he pushed her legs apart. He held her open just enough to admire the flushed, swollen heat between them. The deep pink spreading across her face matched the color lower down, and the sight alone made something dark and hungry twist inside him.
His fingers brushed slowly over her slick folds, one lazy stroke enough to pull a broken gasp from her lips.
“Ahh…” Amara whimpered softly, her fingers tangling tightly into the sheets.
Elias lowered his head, his mouth brushing against her stomach first. His tongue circled her navel slowly, teasingly, before trailing across one side of her waist and then the other. Every touch was unbearably slow, soft. Meanwhile, his fingers continued gliding between her thighs, stroking her with maddening patience.
“Eli… hah…” Her body trembled beneath him.
He kept her balanced right on the edge. One moment his fingers moved faster, making her hips jerk helplessly, and the next he slowed down again until she could barely stand it. The teasing left her aching for release, her soft moans growing more desperate every second.
The sounds only seemed to make him rougher with his affection.
His mouth moved higher over her body, no longer satisfied with kisses alone. He licked and nipped at her skin as though tryingto taste every inch of her. His tongue dragged along the curve of her waist before moving to the side of her breast, leaving her shivering beneath him. One hand slipped upward, his fingers brushing teasingly beneath her arm, tickling the sensitive skin there before pressing more firmly.
