Page 68 of Betrayed in the Dark
Her hands push at my chest with no real force as she tries to fight this inevitable need between us.
She pulls back, and I let her, pressing our foreheads together.
“But I…” She looks up at me from beneath her dark lashes, her eyes displaying so many emotions. “I’m supposed to hate you,” she breathes against my lips, her chest heaving. Her fingers curl into my shirt, and her eyes well up with tears she won’t allow to fall. “Everything would be so much easier if I could just hate you.”
“You can hate me all you want, love. As long as you feel something for me, I’m okay with that.”
I’ll still love you.
I’ll always love you.
She hesitates, her breaths quickening with each passing second. She swallows hard, shaking her head. “I’m engaged.”
“Do you love him?”
Her breath catches, her wide eyes locking onto mine.
I brush my lips over hers. “Tell me you love him, and I’ll stop. I’ll never touch you again. I’ll leave and try with everything inside me to pretend that there was never anything between us. It will break my fucking heart to pieces, but I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you.”
She doesn’t say a word, not a single one.
And she doesn’t have to.
Because I know.
I’ve always known.
With an unrestrained need, she presses her lips to mine, demanding entry with her tongue. Her hands slide up my chest, wrapping around my neck and hauling me into her.
We’re two bodies merging as one. Two bodies meant for each other, fitting together perfectly like puzzle pieces.
There’s a fervent yearning between us that will never be extinguished.
One that has only strengthened over the years rather than diminishing.
I pull away, but only to let my lips glide down her silky skin.
I’m ready to worship every inch of her.
“Eli…” she pants, baring her neck for me.
And that’s all I need to hear before gripping her hips and lifting her into my arms. Her thighs squeeze around my waist as I step up the stairs, our lips fused. She loops her fingers through my hair, tugging the strands at the base of my neck. The slight pain sends an agonizing need to my groin as my cock hardens uncomfortably against my zipper.
My boot connects with her door as I kick it open, stepping inside her room.
Crossing the space, I lay her on the bed, only separating to stand and toe off my shoes while reaching a hand behind my back to yank at the collar of my shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it to the floor.
Her eyes drink in my body, her hands reaching out to touch. To explore.
I don’t make her wait as I hold myself over her, my lips returning to hers.
She grips the hem of her dress, scrunching the fabric between her fingers. I break the kiss to pull back and watch as she slides it up her smooth skin, not stopping until it’s completely removed from her and tossed to the floor beside us.
My gaze traces over her body, only covered by small pieces of black lace.
A primal need takes over me.
A need to make her mine again.
