Page 124 of Stolen Voices

“Yours,” I whimper.

Possessive Eli is hot as fuck.

His cock drips in my face, but before I can get a taste, he tenderly tips my head back, forcing my eyes to meet his. Needing no direction, I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean.

“Yours,” I repeat.

My fingers taste like a mixture of our combined cum, and even though I just came, my pussy flutters, wanting to go again.

Eli growls like a feral animal as he drops to his knees before me. “Mine,” he repeats, cupping my head in his hands and crushing our lips together in a searing, wet kiss.

I moan into his mouth as he tangles our tongues in an erotic dance. This kiss is wet and filthy. It’s all lips and tongue, and puts our first kiss to shame as we move in sync in a passionate embrace. Eli’s such a good kisser. His lips are soft and mold perfectly to mine. I could kiss him forever.

His large hands hold me close as he explores my mouth with his. Snaking my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips, I pull him closer. His naked chest presses against mine as we melt into each other. I’m dizzy with lust as my needy hips buck, grinding against his already hardening cock.

Eli grips my ribs as he breaks our kiss and presses his forehead to mine. “Fuck, princess, don’t do that. I’m hanging on by a thread.”

“So?” I kiss him again, but he pulls back too quickly for my liking. Sticking out my bottom lip, I pout at the distance be puts between us.

He shakes his head. “Not tonight. You need more time to heal.”

“I’m fine.” I lean forward and nip his lip with my teeth. “I want you to fuck me, Eli.”

“Temptress,” he hisses.

“Please,” I beg.

With a tortured sound, Eli rips himself away from me and falls back onto his heels. “Don’t make this harder for me.”

“What if that’s exactly what I want?” I bite back a smile as his pupils dilate.

“Fuck,” he groans, dropping his head back between his shoulder blades. After a few deep breaths, he stands, pulling up his pants. Without a word, he marches into the bathroom. A minute later, he returns with a wet rag. “Do you mind?”

“No.”

Gentle as ever, Eli uses the warm cloth to wipe me clean. My heart flutters at the sweet gesture, making me fall just a little harder for the man.

Eli tosses the rag into the bathroom before grabbing his shirt from the floor. He slides the neck of it over my head and the rest of my body. He strips off his pants and places them in the corner, then walks around the bed and pulls back the covers.

“You’re staying?”

Eli chuckles. “Baby, I just came all over your sexy-as-fuck body and called you mine. Why on earth would I sleep anywhere else?”

“Um, I don’t know. Forget I said that.” My cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Eli climbs under the covers and pats the mattress. “Come here.”

I clammer into the spot beside him, still a little unsure about how to act. What the hell is wrong with me?

Eli has no such reservations as he pulls me into his arms and rests my head in the crook of his shoulder. I melt into his warm body as I wrap my arm around his torso and thread my legs through his.

“Much better.” He kisses the crown of my head. “I missed this.”

“Really?”

He tilts my chin up, and the butterflies in my stomach take flight again as I gaze into his unique eyes.

“Really. Now, go to sleep.” Eli switches off the light and pulls me closer.