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I press my forehead to his shoulder. I don’t know how to seduce him. It should be easy, since we are both naked. He wants me. He marked me. I can feel how much he wants me. But I have never made a first move. Elijah has initiated everything between us. I have to show him how much he means to me.

I love him desperately.

And I want to complete the bond.

I wiggle on his lap—the heat coursing through me can’t be denied. The air is perfumed with it. I push my chest tighter to his. I rub my face over his neck. I can feel his pulse and veinthrobbing where I want to mark him. I kiss the area lightly and he sucks in a breath.

“Do you want something, Kitty Cat?” he asks, silkily.

“Please, Elijah,” I whisper.

“Please, what?”

“Please, fuck me, Sir,” I whimper.

“Hmm…since you asked so nicely,” he purrs. “Lift up.”

He clasps my hips.

I perch on my knees, my breasts at eye level. Our eyes meet while he holds his cock in position. He waits.

He is allowing me to have some control. If I want him, I have to make the move.

I don’t wait long before I sink down, and he fills me. My head drops, my neck bared to him, taking control but also giving my submission.

“Ride,” he commands.

I hesitantly press closer. Sparks bounce over my skin and center where we are joined. I push up slightly with my thighs and back down. It feels so good, I do it again. And again. And again. Gaining speed.

His hands dig into my hips but don’t influence my motions. I can tell he wants to.

I watch him struggle to allow me this control. He does it, but barely.

I grip the tub behind him again, pushing my breasts closer to his tempting mouth.

“Elijah,” I moan.

“Do you want my mouth to suck you?” he asks, a devilish grin forming on his lips.

“Yes.”

He dips his head, catching my nipple, sucking. He releases one, only to move to the other.

Back and forth. My hips glide faster, reaching for the pull I feel deep inside.

“Fuck, baby,” he says through his teeth. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me.” He licks both nipples. “Are you close?”

“Yes,” I cry. My hips stutter and I lose the rhythm. “Sir,” I plead.

“Do you want me to take over?”

“Yes, Sir.” I barely finish voicing the words before his hands urge me to move how he wants.

His hips push up as he pulls mine. Our skin making an obscene noise, the water expanding it. It splashes all over the floor by the force of his thrusts.

I cannot hold myself up anymore, leaning heavily on him, bringing my face closer to his neck.

The moment that will change everything is here. As much as I want to come, I want to mark him even more.