Chapter 23

Ihad never been more grateful to come home to an empty apartment than I was with Eliza on my arm. I kicked off my shoes haphazardly into the room and pinned her against the door, claiming her mouth before she could say anything. In my kiss, I did my best to portray every ounce of my frustration, my anger, my desire.

While Eliza had taken control at the club, she melted beneath my touch. She returned each of my kisses with a fiery intensity, though her hands traced over my bare thighs delicately—as if she was trying to memorize every inch of them. I grazed my hands down her sides, gripping her hips and then her backside. Her yellow dress was a direct contrast to the black one hugging my body; it flowed with every touch, billowing out around her hips.

“This is cute,” I hummed, trailing my mouth down her throat to nip at the spaghetti strap.

“Don’t be condescending,” she replied, though her voice lacked its usual bite.

I chuckled, dragging my tongue over the top of her breasts, following the fabric of her dress. “I’m serious. It’s cute, and I’m going to take it off now.”

Eliza’s breath trembled. Raising my gaze to meet hers, I waited for her to nod before slipping the straps down her shoulders. She stood off the door and watched with heat in her gaze as I dragged the dress off her body inch by inch. I lowered myself along with it until I was on my knees in front of her. When I glanced up, I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen Eliza’s eyes so wide. Red rimmed the blue of her irises now, little black veins rippling across her face as the predator within was fed by her desire for me.

“Are you okay with this?” I asked.

Eliza’s smile was soft. “Yes.”

I nodded. “If, at any point, that changes-”

She traced her fingers along my jaw, her thumb plucking at my bottom lip. “You’ll be the first to know,” she finished.

Without waiting any longer, my mouth found her skin. I kissed over every inch of her stomach, letting my tongue graze a few small scars I found on her ribcage and a larger one where her stomach became her hips. Above me, she panted breathlessly, rolling her body into my touch. I moved my mouth lower, exploring her thighs and coaxing her to stand with her legs a little wider.

“I’ve got you,” I murmured as I kissed the inside of her thighs, starting at her knees and moving all the way up to the band of her blue cotton underwear, only to shift away before I got too close to where she wanted me. Her breath of frustration was encouragement enough for me to do the same on the other side.

I could have lost myself in the softness of her skin—spent the rest of the night doing exactly that because inside me screamed to make the most of the time I had with Eliza. It was that same part of me that was terrified of the inevitable moment when she would walk away again.

When I glanced up at her, Eliza didn’t seem like she was going anywhere, anytime soon. She watched every move I made with drooping lids and a lazy smile dancing across her lips. I gripped the top of her panties in my teeth and growled in approval when her eyes widened. Dragging them down to her knees, I let her use me for balance while she kicked out of them.

Now that she was bare before me, in nothing but a white, lacey bralette, I thought I’d never seen anyone more ethereal.

I might have said as much if I wasn’t afraid she would run. So, instead, I did what would make her stay. I leaned forward and dragged my tongue up her slit, tasting every inch of her along the way. Her moan of approval echoed through every inch of my apartment.

I boosted one of her thighs over my shoulder for better access, glancing up to make sure she had her balance before delving into her again. I alternated between dipping my tongue into her and feeling her squirm and focusing all my attention on her clit and feeling her tense. I consumed her like she was the sweetest ice cream—like she was mine.

“God, yes,” she whispered, and my body sang with her praise. “Yes, Sophie, just like that.”

I stopped my alternating at her command and rubbed my tongue along her clit. One of her hands wound in my hair and tugged; my responding groan sent vibrations through her. Her hips rocked against my mouth, frantic for a little more friction.

“More,” she cried.

I gave it.

She nearly screamed my name as she came on my tongue.

I worked her until she tugged my mouth away from her core, dropping to her knees in front of me to claim my mouth, tasting herself on my tongue.

“I need you so bad,” she whimpered against my mouth.

“You have me,” I growled.

She stood, legs trembling, and dragged me toward my bedroom. I barely remembered to grab her clothes so they weren’t lingering at the front door. I dropped them on the ground inside my room, flicking on the lights. Eliza wasted no time turning toward me and helping me out of my dress.

“I’d like to fuck you someday,” she murmured. “For tonight, I’ll settle for devouring you.”

She pushed me back onto my bed, and I lounged across my many pillows, spreading my legs wide for her. Eliza kneeled between them, tugging off my underwear. I enjoyed how her eyes darkened when she looked at me; she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

When her tongue finally touched me, stars dotted my vision and I feared I would lose my mind. She worked delicately, flicking her tongue around the innermost parts of my thighs before moving in and dragging her tongue all the way up. Her groan of pleasure was so deep I felt it in my bones.

She massaged my clit with the flat of her tongue until I was writhing. Her hands gripped my hips so hard there would be bruises when she let go. I didn’t care. I never wanted her to let go.

My second orgasm of the evening built quickly, relentlessly. Within minutes, I was coming on Eliza’s mouth while she fucked me with her tongue.

“Oh my god,” I swore.

She looked up at me, her lips swollen and glistening. “Lay back, pretty girl. I’m not done with you yet.”