My spine tingled. My knees shook. I didn’t move. Because I couldn’t. Which was fine since I had a very capable, very powerful biker holding onto me.
I was on my back in seconds.
Elden stood there, staring down at me, cataloging every piece of my skin with hungry, wild eyes.
Then his hands found the backs of my legs and he, not gently, pulled me so I was at the edge of the bed, he was kneeling, and my legs were over his shoulders.
Then his mouth was on me. Then he split me apart. Repeatedly.
At some point, when I must’ve had a break from reality, Elden had taken off his boots, his cut and his shirt.
He kept his jeans on, though.
I blinked my way back into existence, staring at his hard cock through his jeans.
I sat up, licking my lips.
“Violet,” he growled. “Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that. I’m holdin’ it together. But barely.”
I frowned up at him. “Why do you need to hold it together? I want you.”
His eyes glittered. “I want you more than anything on this fuckin’ planet right now,” he admitted, voice rough.
My insides did a somersault.
“But,” he continued, “I’m not takin’ you now. Not like this. You may not think it’s true, may piss you off for me to say this, but you’re vulnerable right now.” He trailed a finger lazily down my neck. “But I wanted to give you something. I’m also a greedy fuck and needed to taste your cunt again.”
My body shook from the force of his words.
“But I’m not taking you,” he repeated firmly. “Not now.”
I bit my lip in frustration. I wanted to argue. Very fucking badly. But he had made up his mind. I saw it with the hardness of his jaw, that cords in his neck that were carved from marble.Plus, Elden may not have complete control around me, but he would never do anything that he thought would hurt me.
It wasn’t the right time.
“Okay,” I agreed slowly. “But let me give you something.” I leaned forward, my hands on his belt.
Elden grasped my wrist, stopping me. “Violet,” he warned, but his voice was thick. Wild.
I gazed up at him, sinking down to my knees. “I want to do this, Elden.”
His hands stayed around my wrist for several moments, his body strained, his lips thinning.
But he finally let my hand go.
I smiled wickedly, making quick work of his belt and freeing him.
He was big. Which was no surprise. My hand scaled down his length softly, reveling in the way his body jerked at my contact, the hiss of breath I heard from above me.
I may have been on my knees, but I had all the power right then.
“I’m going to suck you,” I whispered, looking up at him. “All of you. You’re going to give me all of you.”
Elden’s face was contorted with hunger, need. He was mine.
So I didn’t hesitate to take all of him in my mouth. He let out a strangled growl as I took him in farther, his hands going to the back of my head, tangling in my hair, yanking at the strands.
He was teetering off the edge. He was going wild. This man who held so tightly onto control. Everywhere but with me. With everyone but me.