Chapter Sixty seven

Elena's POV

We stumble into his room, our lips still fused but he breaks us apart so he could set me down and remove my heels. He took so much time caressing my feet- which was lovely but...

All the while, I simply want to strain the extra inch and press and press my lips to his. I want to kiss him as hard as I can.

"Elena…" he pulls back just enough to peer into my eyes. "Are you sure?"

I nod, giving him the go-ahead, not trusting myself enough to speak right now.

His hands slide over my neck, then my shoulders. I can't pretend my flesh doesn't tingle beneath his touch. His fingers press into my skin when he can no longer hold back the desire. His need to claim me is just as strong as my need to be taken. It's like a veil has been lifted and I can see everything so clearly now.

When his head darts forward and his mouth covers mine, I melt like ice under a flame, clawing at him like a wild animal. This is the only time I can feel calm when he's kissing me. When his hands roam my body