Page 47 of Betrayed in the Dark
“Madeleine. Open the door.”
Chapter ten
Eli
She doesn’t get to fucking run from me.
Not this bloody time.
Hastily, I wrap a towel around my hips and march through my room, stepping into the hall. Droplets of water fall from my bare skin onto the floor as I stand in front of Madeleine’s closed bedroom door.
My knuckles rasp against the wood. “Madeleine. Open the door.”
Seconds tick by, and I’m about to either knock again or kick the damn thing down when, surprisingly, it opens.
She stands before me, appearing exactly the way I imagine her in every one of my fantasies.
Hair tousled, falling to her waist.
Wearing the sexiest little piece of material that she considers to be a nightgown.
Her breaths come out in short, quick pants, her chest heaving.
Bright blue eyes look up at me under those long, dark lashes, waiting for me. Needing me.
I note the pretty pink flush that spreads up her neck and over her cheeks.
Her body is wound up, edging with tension.
She needs a release.
“Did you like watching?” I ask her, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. “Did you like knowing it was you I was thinking of while I was fucking my hand?”
Her lips part as she gives a tiny nod, her eyes never leaving me. I step toward her, eliminating the space between us. Gripping her hips, I pull her flush against me. A small gasp escapes between her lips, but she doesn’t fight my hold; if anything, she gives in to it, melting into my touch.
I lean down, my lips sweeping over her ear. “Say it, Princess.” My thumbs stroke over the soft fabric as I lower my lips, scraping my teeth down her neck. Her chest heaves faster as her hands reach out, grasping my arms for support, probably thinking she’ll fall.
But I’ll never let that happen.
She bites her bottom lip, fighting to say the words I need to hear. She’s too stubborn to admit how much she wants this, but her body tells me everything I already know.
“Say it,” I repeat softly. “Tell me what I need to hear, and I’ll take care of that ache between your legs.”
She looks at me, swallowing hard. For a few seconds, she hesitates before finally saying, “I need you.”
That’s the only permission I need for what I’m about to do to her.
Clutching her waist, I lift her in the air, eliciting a squeal out of her as I spin her around and drop her feet to the floor, pressing her back against the door.
I drop to my knees, my fingers digging into her hips as my lips caress her bare thighs.
I’ve never felt such an animalistic need in my life.
It’s like I can’t get close enough to her.
I need to taste her. Touch her. Devour her.
She stands on her tiptoes, arching forward, trying desperately to direct my lips where she wants them most.
