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“Thanks.” I bring my hands together behind my back. “It’s—”

“Your key piece.”

“The only people who saw my collection are…”

He reaches out to trace a finger along the lace trim of the bra, leaving a tingle everywhere he touches. “I had Amelia show your designs to me. Every little stitch and detail.”

I pout. “If you already saw it. Should I change back?”

“Don’t you dare.” His fingers travel lower across my stomach.

I take a step back and reach up to the ribbon, tugging at it. “Are you sure?”

That’s all it takes for him to lose control. In an instant, both of his hands grip my waist, and he crushes his mouth against mine in a deep, fervent kiss. The sensation of him nipping my lower lip sends a surge of arousal through my body.

“This was made for you. Inspired by you,” I say.

He growls low in approval, backing me up until my knees hit the bed. I fall onto the soft duvet as he crawls over me like a predator attacking his prey.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” His voice is rough with desire. “The things I want to do to you right now…”

“Then do them.”

A wicked grin spreads across Elijah’s face before his mouth descends to my neck. With one tug, he undoes the knot of the ribbon. I gasp, the sound turning into a moan as he pinches my nipple.

“Every time we’re apart, all I can think about is you.”

He rubs my left nipple between his fingers. “From the moment we met, you’ve been driving me crazy, and I will never let you go, little gem.”

He’s driving me crazy, too, and we’ve barely begun. My self-control melts away into nothing as I give myself over to him. Desperate to show him how much his words mean to me, I pull him down for another kiss.

Elijah’s fingers dig into my thighs. The feeling is electrifying, and I circle my legs around his waist to be closer to him.

“Always so wet for me.”

A whimper escapes me as his fingers stroke my slick folds. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, impatient to feel his skin against mine. Helping me, he shrugs out of his shirt, throwing it on the floor. I run my hands over his hard muscles up to his neck, craving his touch, his kiss, his everything.

He catches and pins them above my head.

“Open your legs, and let me taste what’s mine.”

I moan, moving my hips and fighting against the restraint of his hands on my wrists.

“Patience.” He bites at my neck, fingers sliding over my stomach and lower to sink into my dripping core. “Be a good girl, and let me eat your pussy first.”

I huff, squirming in his hold. After last night, patience is the last thing I have. I need more of him, all of him.

Elijah, enjoying my torment, begins to trail kisses down the column of my throat. His lips blaze a path of fire over my skin as he makes his way to my breasts, biting and licking each of my nipples in turns.

I cry out as he sucks and teases them without mercy. The sensation shoots through my whole body, and I clench around nothing, aching to be filled.

Elijah glances up at me, eyes dark with lust, and I know he can see the desperation written in my expression. Still, he doesn’t give in. Instead, he plants gentle kisses down to my abdomen until he reaches the lace trim of my soaked panties.

This is tormenting.

He drags the scrap of fabric down my legs and off with one hand while still holding my hands with the other. Self-conscious, I start to close my legs, but he stops me, spreading them wide open.

Finally, his mouth finds my most intimate place, and my eyes close shut as his tongue circles my clit. Then he plunges two fingers into me, crooking them to hit the right spot.

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