Page 19 of Owning Eva

His dark gaze is intense, burning with a wild heat as his fingertips trace a slow path along the swell of my breasts. When his hand finally cups one, his thumb brushing over the peaked nipple, I gasp, arching into him.

He smirks, leaning in to press his lips against the side of my neck. His teeth graze the sensitive skin, and when he bites down, a jolt of pleasure shoots through me, making my hips buck.

A low growl rumbles in his chest, then the rest of my clothes are gone, tossed carelessly to the floor.

Now, it’s my turn.

Slowly, deliberately, I strip Eli bare, enjoying the way his eyes darken as each new inch of his gorgeous body is revealed. When he’s standing in front of me, fully naked, all tanned skin and piles of muscles on muscles, his cock throbbing and thick, I reach out, trailing my fingers along the hard ridges of his abs.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice hoarse. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asks, his breathing ragged. “You’re fucking perfect, baby. Every inch of you.”

Then he wraps his big arms around me, picking me up and carrying me to the couch by the fire.

The cushions are plush, the leather buttery-soft against my skin. My entire body is buzzing with anticipation as Eli kneels between my thighs, spreading them wide.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands caressing my curves.

Then, his lips are on mine again, his kiss demanding, consuming, leaving no doubt about how badly he wants me.

As the kiss deepens, his tongue tangling with mine, his hands trail lower, moving over my body until his fingers find the slick heat between my legs.

I moan against his mouth as he strokes me, his touch expert, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from my body.

When his lips finally leave mine, they travel down, his mouth hot and greedy on my breasts, teasing the sensitive peaks of my hardened nipples until I’m panting, begging for more.

“Please,” I whisper, the word coming out half-strangled.

“Anything,” he breathes, his lips traveling lower. “Always.”

I gasp as his tongue finds my pussy, stroking, tasting, savoring every drop of my juices. It’s too much, and not enough.

My hands find his hair, tugging, pulling, urging him deeper.

The sight of him between my thighs, his mouth against me, his eyes locked on mine, is almost enough to push me over the edge. But he pulls back, his breath coming out harsh, and reaches for his pants on the small table next to the sofa.

When he returns, a condom packet between his teeth, I can’t help the smile that curves my lips.

“You were planning this,” I tease, watching as he rolls the latex over his impressive length.

“Yeah,” Eli admits, his eyes dark with hunger. He licks his kiss-swollen lips. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

I bite my lip, heat blooming across my skin.

“Tell me,” he murmurs, his voice dropping even lower as his thick fingers glide through my wet folds. “Tell me how good it feels, baby.”

“It’s incredible,” I breathe, arching into his touch.

He smirks, leaning down to capture my mouth in another searing kiss. As his lips move against mine, his body pressing me into the soft cushions, I can feel the tip of his cock teasing my entrance.

“Please,” I whisper, needing him, all of him, more than I’ve ever needed anything.

With a low growl, Eli gives me what I crave, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke.

We both cry out, our voices mingling as the sensations overwhelm us. It’s too much and not enough, and before long, we’re moving together, lost in a haze of pleasure.

The world disappears, the only sounds the harshness of our breathing, the pounding of my heart, and the sweet, filthy things Eli is murmuring against my skin.

“You’re mine, Eva,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips. “And I’m not letting you go.”

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