Chapter Sixty eight

Elena's POV

He works the dress off my shoulders slowly, then he loses patience and yanks it off which makes me gasp softly as the tiny beads bounce and clatter on the floor. Pulling the upper part down my body, he buries his face between my breasts. The slight scruff of his beard prickles against my skin. The way he grunts while peppering kisses against my throat and collarbone as I grind against his thigh which is still wedged between my legs.

How is it always like this?

We're undeniably explosive together. It takes nothing for him to light the match and set my soul on fire. It was quite different from what I experienced with Zayn and Ethan. Every one of his kisses, and his touch makes me crave more. I can lose myself in him completely if I chose to and that's what I need the most right now. To get out of my head, stop thinking and second-guessing every decision. To lose myself and forget about everything else. Even if it's temporary.

"That's right." He mewls, panting before sliding