Chapter 4: SIN WRITTEN ON MY SKIN

The morning light pierced through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room, but it felt like the world outside had no claim on me anymore. I was still tangled in the remnants of the night, my body humming with the memory of Eli’s touch. The way he had held me, marked me in ways I couldn’t undo.

I could still feel his presence all over me, the weight of his lips on my skin, the pressure of his hands — his dominance in every subtle gesture.

I couldn’t escape him, not even if I tried. And for the first time, I didn’t want to.

The ache between my thighs hadn’t subsided, though I hadn’t seen him since he left just hours ago. His touch had branded me in a way I couldn’t explain, making me yearn for more, craving the very thing I had sworn to resist.

I stared at myself in the mirror, the flush of my skin still visible, the marks he left on my neck a permanent reminder of the things I had done. The things I had let him do to me. It was as if he had claimed a part of me, carved his name into my soul in a way I couldn’t erase.

And yet, as much as I wanted to scream and run, I couldn’t deny it. I wanted him. More. Always more.

The door creaked open, pulling me from my thoughts, and there he was, standing in the doorway like some sort of sinful apparition.

Eli.

He wore his usual smirk, that dangerous glint in his eyes that made my pulse skip a beat. He didn’t speak, but the silence between us was heavy with unspoken words. The tension in the room felt almost suffocating, and I was already on edge.

“You’re still thinking about last night,” he said, his voice low, almost teasing.

I didn’t reply, but the heat rising in my body was all the answer he needed.

He took a slow step toward me, his gaze never leaving mine, as if he was savoring the moment. “It’s written all over you,” he murmured, his hand gently brushing my arm. His fingers lingered, sending a ripple of sensation through me.

His touch was like fire. It was dangerous, but it was also everything I had craved and more.

“I didn’t think you’d let me in so easily,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “But now I know better. You can’t resist me.”

I shivered, the words causing a flicker of anger to stir within me. I wasn’t some toy he could just play with. But then again, I didn’t feel anger. Not when his hand traced the curve of my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“No,” I said, my voice thick with desire. “I didn’t let you in.”

His fingers tightened around my waist, pulling me flush against him. I gasped at the contact, his heat spreading through my body like wildfire.

“You think I don’t know what you really want?” he growled, his lips ghosting over my skin as his hands moved lower, sliding over the curve of my hips.

I closed my eyes, the sensation of his touch overwhelming me. My breath hitched in my throat, and I knew, without a doubt, that I was already lost.

I wasn’t just lost in him. I was addicted.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmured against my skin. “You can’t hide what’s written on your skin, baby. You belong to me.”

I sucked in a breath as his lips found the mark on my neck, the one from last night, his teeth scraping against the tender skin. The sensation was so intoxicating, my head spun, and I found myself sinking into the feeling, giving in to him.

“I’m not your possession,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice shaking with a mix of defiance and need.

He laughed, the sound dark and possessive. “You will be. You already are.”

His lips crashed to mine in a kiss that was all fire and hunger. I could taste him on my tongue, the lingering remnants of last night mixing with the desperation that simmered between us. His hands were everywhere, sliding over my body, marking me, owning me in ways I couldn’t explain.

I tried to pull away, but he was too strong, his body pressing against mine, forcing me to give in.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispered, his voice rough with the promise of things to come. “Tell me you want me.”

I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe as his hands moved to my hair, tugging me back so he could kiss me harder, deeper. His mouth was a drug, and I was already addicted.

“I want you,” I finally gasped, the words escaping me in a breathless rush.

He grinned, his eyes dark with pleasure, as if he had already won. “Good girl.”

But then he stopped, stepping back and leaving me breathless and aching for him. His gaze swept over me, and I saw the hunger in his eyes, the way he looked at me like I was a feast he was about to devour.

“You’re not leaving here until you understand just how much you need me,” he growled, his voice a mix of pleasure and authority.

I couldn’t deny it anymore. I needed him — more than I had ever needed anything. And as he stepped closer, his lips brushing against my skin, I knew I was about to lose myself again.

He would leave his mark on me, and I would never be the same.

But maybe that was the point.