“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he murmured.
My body spasmed as his tenor caressed my most precious of places.
My hands shook as I fumbled with the zip on the side of my body, shimmying out of my dress.
Elden’s swift intake of breath was the only reaction he had to me standing there, barefoot, wearing only a thin, cotton g-string that could barely be considered underwear. My nipples stood at attention, aching for his touch.
His hands were fisted at his sides, his entire body rigid, his muscles contracted, the sinew of them looking like they’d been carved from granite. My eyes gravitated down to his jeans, and I gasped when I saw the very large outline of his erect cock.
Yeah, he liked what he saw.
My nipples throbbed harder as I rubbed my thighs together, already desperate for friction.
“Panties.” The single word barely Sounded human.
I flinched in delight.
Then I gingerly stepped out of my panties.
Elden’s eyes moved with devastating slowness down my naked body. Though we were three feet away from each other, it felt like his hands were moving across my tender skin, driving me crazy.
Never in my life had I had an experience like this. Not with a man fully dressed and me completely naked. Not with a stare full of pure hunger and … worship. Not with a slowness that indicated he had control, total control over his baser instincts. Before, men had been in a hurry, ripping off my clothes, eager to get the act done, to obtain the orgasm they were chasing.
Elden looked like he had all the time in the world. Like he was preparing for a feast.
“Sit down on the bed and spread your legs,” he ordered in a cold voice that drove me wild.
My feet moved of their own accord, my body moving on instinct, knowing that obeying him would lead me to the most devastating orgasm of my life. I could feel it building now, and he hadn’t even touched me.
The comforter was cool and smooth against my bare skin, the mattress firm. I was thankful for it, to not have to rely on my legs to hold me up.
Elden had moved so that he was standing closer to me now, still fully clothed.
“Wider,” he grunted.
Wordlessly, breathlessly, I obeyed him.
I’d never exposed myself this way to anyone that wasn’t a medical professional. Unbidden, the rustle of a paper gown sounded in my mind. Me feet were cold from the stirrups. The room smelled strongly of disinfectant, and the nurse spoke in calm, comforting tones. I didn’t feel conflicted over the decision, I felt relieved … which made me feel guilty, heartless.
“Violet.” The voice was urgent now.
I blinked.
Elden was closer now.
He was on his knees in front of me, hands resting firmly on my thighs.
“Stay with me,” he demanded.
His hands flexed, harder this time.
I hoped that I’d be left with a bruise.
“You’re in this room, with me,” he said softly even though his eyes were pits of desire.
His hands, not gently, pushed my thighs farther apart, then his gaze went downward.
“If we’re gonna do this, I’m gonna taste that pretty pussy before we do anything else,” he murmured. “I’m gonna make you break apart so I’m the only one who can put you back together.”