Chapter 5: BEGGING FOR HIS TASTE

The night air was thick with tension as I paced across the room, unable to escape the feeling that had settled in my chest. The marks of the past days lingered on my skin, every inch of me branded by him. By Eli.

His presence seemed to be carved into me, as if there was no way to wash it away. I could still feel his fingers trailing across my skin, the heat of his breath on my neck, the look in his eyes that made me ache for more.

I wanted him. There, I admitted it to myself, even though I’d been fighting it since the very first moment our worlds collided. There was something in him that called to me in ways I couldn’t explain.

The moment he walked into the room, everything else ceased to matter. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to ignore it, how much I told myself I didn’t need him. In that instant, all I wanted was to feel him again. To taste him.

“Eli,” I breathed, my voice barely audible as he stepped toward me, his eyes never leaving mine.

His smirk was all-knowing, as if he could read every thought that flitted through my mind. And I knew, deep down, that he could. He always could.

“Still thinking about last night?” His voice was a low, seductive drawl, sending shivers down my spine.

I didn’t respond. There was no need to. He already knew.

He was too close now. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the magnetic pull of his presence. My body hummed with anticipation, each breath coming out faster than the last. I didn’t know how much longer I could stand this.

Eli reached out, his fingers lightly grazing my arm. The simple touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, making me shudder. “You want something,” he murmured, his lips curling into a smirk. “What is it?”

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. It felt as though my whole body was in flames. “I... I need you,” I whispered, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them.

He chuckled darkly, his gaze never leaving mine. “Good. Because I think you’ve already tasted a little bit of me. But I think you need more, don’t you?”

The way he said it made my stomach tighten, a mixture of excitement and fear swirling inside me. I didn’t know how far I was willing to let this go, but I couldn’t deny the longing that burned deep within me. The desire was too strong to fight anymore.

“Yes,” I breathed. “I need more.”

His lips quirked, and in a single movement, he closed the distance between us, his body pressing into mine. I could feel the hard, defined muscles of his chest against my breasts, the heat of his body radiating into mine. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat erratic and fast.

His lips found mine in an instant, and I was lost again. His kiss was demanding, powerful, as though he was trying to claim every part of me. I opened my mouth to him, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping against mine, tasting me, taking me in.

I couldn’t get enough. My hands moved to his shoulders, clutching at him, desperate for more. His taste was intoxicating — something I couldn’t resist even if I tried. And I wasn’t about to try anymore.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” Eli whispered, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. “For you to admit it. For you to beg for it.”

I pulled him closer, pressing my body against his, my breath coming in shallow gasps. “I’m begging,” I said, my voice thick with desire. “I need you, Eli. I want you more than anything.”

His eyes flashed with a dangerous gleam, his lips curling into a smile that was equal parts wicked and satisfied. “Good,” he muttered, his hands trailing down my back, pulling me even closer until there was no space between us.

I could feel him now — the hard length of him pressing against my abdomen, and the need between us was undeniable. He was as desperate for me as I was for him, and that thought made everything inside me burn hotter.

“You’re mine, you know that, right?” he said, his voice barely more than a growl, his fingers skimming the edges of my shirt, lifting it up. The moment his skin met mine, the world spun out of control. I gasped, my body reacting to the heat of his touch, my senses overwhelmed by the electricity that shot through me.

I was his. And yet, as much as I tried to deny it, I was addicted to him. His taste. His touch. The way he made me feel — like nothing else mattered but the two of us, tangled up in this moment.

“I can’t stop thinking about how you tasted last night,” he murmured, his lips trailing kisses down my neck, sending chills down my spine. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, and I shivered. “And I want more.”

“Eli...” I moaned, my hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer.

But he wasn’t moving fast enough. I needed him. Now.

Before I could even think, I was the one pulling at his shirt, desperate to feel the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips. He didn’t resist, allowing me to undress him with shaky hands. I wanted him, needed him, as if he were the air I breathed.

As soon as I had him bare, I pressed my lips to his chest, tasting the salt of his skin, kissing the hardness of his muscles. My body was on fire, every inch of me begging for him, craving him.

“You taste so fucking good,” I whispered against his skin, my voice ragged. “I need more. I need all of you.”

Eli’s hands moved to my hair, tugging me back, his eyes dark with lust. “You’re going to get all of me,” he promised, his voice hoarse, barely controlled.

And just like that, everything else faded away. The room, the world — it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the heat between us, the way his body fit against mine, the way his touch made me feel like I was on the edge of something dangerous and delicious.

I was already lost.