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I anticipated his words before he said them. I knew he was going to tell me it was a mistake, that he was ruining Meredith's memory by kissing me. By wanting to do anything more with me. Maybe I should feel more guilty about it, but I didn't. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted him.
But I braced myself for his words. I brought the walls I'd crafted so carefully back up and waited.
He continued staring at me, his dark eyes wild and pupils blown wide. His hands curled into tight, shaky fists at his sides. My breathing was ragged and raw—everything was raw. My nerves, my emotions, my lips. Everything.
Before I could take another breath, he dove toward me again, his hands more frenzied than before. Instead of a passion-filled kiss, this one was ravenous. I trembled as his tongue forced its way into my mouth, his teeth nipping at my lips, the bite both painful and pleasurable. Gone was the tender Eli, the Eli that wanted to caress and soothe.
I whimpered as his hands fell to the backs of my thighs and gripped tightly. He trailed his lips roughly from mine, down my neck. His teeth bit at the sensitive skin, and my hands shot up to his chest. I gripped his shirt tightly in my fists, but didn't push him away. I pulled him closer and tipped my head back, giving him more access.
"Do you know what you do to me?" he growled against me, his voice vibrating through my body. I groaned as he licked up my throat and latched his lips back onto mine.
In that moment, we were feral for each other. We clawed at each other, growling and whimpering and moaning. He effortlessly lifted me and shoved me onto the counter, forcing my legs apart to step between them. I gasped at the hard feel of him through his jeans.
He ground his cock against me, and my legs widened further. His hands stayed on my hips, groping as pulled me closer to him, forcing my body to feel his.
"Elliot," I moaned against his lips. His hand lifted to the back of my head and he fisted my hair, yanking my head roughly back.
"Say my name again," he grunted. He attacked my throat again, biting and licking and sucking.
"Elliot," I breathed. I dragged my hands up his body and let them slide through his dark hair. He groaned before dropping his head into the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. His hips jerked forward, pressing harder against me. He ground against me, letting me feel every hard inch of him against my throbbing pussy.
Suddenly, his hands dropped back to my thighs, and he lifted me. I screamed and threw my arms around him, clutching him as he carried me from the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" I breathed, glancing over my shoulder.
"I'm not fucking you in the kitchen," he growled. It took my mind a moment to catch up and when it did, every wall I'd just put up came crumbling down.
I pressed my lips against his again, loving the way he groaned as he strode through the living room toward the hallway. His hands tightened on my ass, and before we even made it to his bedroom, I was clawing at my shirt and slinging it over my head to the floor.
He kicked the door shut behind us and tossed me on the bed, letting me bounce and blink up at him. "Clothes off," he demanded before sliding his shirt off over his head. I scrambled to remove my skirt and bra, leaving me in just my panties. I reached for them, but he caught my hand at the last moment. "Let me."
He stood before me in just his black boxers, and it was the first time I'd ever seen his body like this, so bare. When we'd gone to the pool years ago, before Emma was even born, he didn't look like this.
A deep V was cut into his lower abdomen, disappearing into his boxers and pointing straight to the hard cock straining against them. His thighs were muscular, and despite not taking care of himself since Meredith passed, he was still toned. Still...perfect.
Everything about him was perfect.
He pulled me from my thoughts as he gripped my ankles and yanked me to the end of the bed. Hovering his body over mine, he roughly kissed me, ripping his lips from mine before kissing down my chest, stopping at my bare breasts.
His tongue circled my peaked nipple, and I arched up into him, gasping as he sucked it into his mouth. He lifted his eyes, meeting my gaze.
"Like that?" he breathed, giving me a wicked grin. I was helpless to do anything other than nod.
"More, please," I whimpered. He grinned wider before moving to the other nipple, giving it the same rough treatment. His teeth bit down and I cried out.
"As much as I want to hear you scream for me, I need you to be quiet, angel," he said, his voice guttural. My eyes rolled back at the sound and I slowly slid my hand over my mouth, clamping it shut. "That's my good girl."
"Jesus, fuck," I said behind my hand. He chuckled as he pulled away. His hands were braced on either side of my head as he pushed himself up and stared down at me. His muscles flexed and my mouth watered.
"Like that?" he asked.
"A lot," I admitted. More than I thought I would, honestly. But I couldn't give away everything. His smile stayed on his face as he pulled my hand away and lowered his mouth to mine again, kissing me hard before kneeling on the floor. My breath caught at the sight of him.
His long, thick fingers slid under my panties and he slowly slid them down my thighs, exposing me inch by slow inch. My body trembled as he stared at my pussy.
"So wet, baby," he muttered. "Is this all for me?" He rested his hand on my lower stomach, and using his thumb, he gently teased my clit.
"Yes," I moaned, dropping my head back. "All yours." He hummed his approval as he pressed his thumb down harder. My hips lifted off the bed, but he banned his arm across them, pinning me down.
