Chapter 3: HIS MOUTH ON MY MADNESS

The tension in the air was palpable, thick with desire and secrets we couldn’t voice, let alone acknowledge. I watched him across the room, his eyes dark with intent, a silent promise hanging between us. There was no going back. Not anymore.

I had crossed the line last night, and tonight… well, tonight, I was about to dive deeper into madness.

Eli was everywhere — in my thoughts, my body, my dreams. Every moment I wasn’t near him felt like a cruel joke, a longing I couldn’t satisfy. His touch, his kiss, had ignited something inside me that couldn’t be extinguished, no matter how hard I tried to pretend it wasn’t there.

When he walked toward me, slow, deliberate, every step seemed to echo in the quiet room. My heart raced, and my pulse thrummed in my veins. He was coming for me again — and this time, there would be no holding back.

"You look like you're about to run," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, sending a shiver down my spine. His fingers grazed my cheek, tracing the curve of my jaw as though memorizing every inch of me.

"I’m not going anywhere," I whispered, my voice trembling, betraying the lie. The truth was, I was terrified. Not of him, but of what he made me feel — a madness I wasn’t sure I could control.

His lips curled into that predatory smile, the one that made me want to kiss him, slap him, and beg for more all at once. "Good. Because running isn’t an option when you’re already this deep, sweetheart."

Before I could respond, he crushed his mouth to mine, his hands slipping around my waist and pulling me against his hard chest. I melted into him, the heat of his body searing through me as I opened to him, my lips parting for his kiss.

He tasted like danger, like everything I shouldn’t want but couldn’t stop craving. His tongue slid against mine, commanding, possessive, and I gave in. I had no choice but to give in.

His hands roamed lower, gripping the curve of my hips with an almost bruising force. I gasped into the kiss when his fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt, tracing the smooth skin of my lower back.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he growled, pulling away just enough to look into my eyes — deep, searching, as if he was reading my soul. "What are you craving?"

I should’ve said nothing. Should’ve told him I wasn’t ready, that I didn’t need this — that this was all madness. But the truth was, I didn’t want to stop.

“I want you,” I breathed, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

His smirk deepened, and he pressed me back into the wall, pinning me with his body. I gasped as the cool surface of the wall met the heat of my skin.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, sending jolts of desire through my body. “But I’ll show you.”

I didn’t respond. There were no words left — only a burning need that consumed me.

His mouth found the sensitive spot on my neck, sucking gently, then harder, marking me as his own. I moaned, my hands grasping at his shirt, tugging at it, desperate for more of him.

But he pulled back just as quickly, his hands resting on my shoulders, keeping me still.

"You're mine," he said, his voice low, possessive. "All of you. And you're going to learn just how deep I can make you fall."

Before I could protest, his lips were on mine again, his kiss bruising and demanding. His tongue slipped into my mouth, tangling with mine as his hands roamed down to the buttons of my jeans. He was ruthless, each movement calculated to make me lose control, to make me feel his dominance over every inch of me.

His fingers slid under the waistband of my jeans, and I gasped when he finally touched me — the heat of his hand burning through the fabric of my panties. My body responded instantly, a flood of need rushing through me as his fingers slid lower.

“Eli,” I gasped, my voice broken, desperate. My body moved against him, desperate for more of his touch.

He paused, his eyes glinting with a wicked smile. “Say it. Tell me what you need.”

I hesitated for a second, but then I couldn't fight it any longer. “I need you.”

He didn’t waste another moment. In one fluid motion, he stripped my clothes from my body, his hands rough and impatient. His eyes never left me as I stood before him, exposed and trembling with anticipation.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire as he took in the sight of me. “I’m going to make you lose your mind, baby.”

His mouth descended on my neck again, his hands trailing down to cup my breasts. I gasped when his thumb brushed over my nipple, the sensation sending a wave of heat through me. He was relentless, teasing, pushing me to the edge of my sanity with every touch, every kiss.

My hands flew to his belt, unfastening it quickly, pulling it down as I worked to free him. I needed him — now, more than ever.

When I finally freed him from his pants, his length sprang free, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips. He was so hard, so thick, and the anticipation made my pulse race. I wanted him inside me. I needed him like I needed air.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he murmured, pressing his body against mine. “And I’m going to make sure you remember tonight. I’ll make you beg for more, sweetheart.”

He pushed me back onto the bed, his hands lifting my legs and positioning me exactly how he wanted. His eyes burned with hunger as he gazed down at me, and I could see the madness in his expression — the need, the obsession, the control.

He slowly slid inside, and I gasped, the fullness of him making me tremble. He was so deep, so perfect, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning as he began to move inside me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body.

His mouth was on my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin as he claimed me, marking me as his. “You’re mine, remember?” he growled, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming harder, more forceful.

I couldn’t think. My mind was spinning, my body overwhelmed by the sensation of him. He was everywhere — inside me, on me, taking me in a way that made me feel like I was losing control.

The only thing that mattered was him.

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer as he fucked me harder. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. The pleasure was too much, and I was spiraling — falling deeper and deeper into the madness that he had created.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice rough, dark with hunger. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped, the words slipping out as my body bucked beneath him. “I’m yours, Eli.”

With a growl, he slammed into me one final time, and I shattered, my body convulsing in ecstasy as I screamed his name.

He wasn’t far behind. His body stiffened, and he groaned as he came inside me, filling me completely. We collapsed together, our bodies tangled, my heart racing as the aftermath of our madness settled over us.

For a moment, there was silence — the kind of silence that was thick with unspoken words. But as I lay in his arms, I knew one thing for sure: This was only the beginning.