Ellie felt exposed, her soul laid bare under his intense, predatory gaze, but instead of shrinking away, she leaned into the vulnerability. The arousal was a heavy, pulsing ache in her core, a demand for more that she could no longer ignore.
She felt a surge of overwhelming love for him—not the polite, comfortable love she had for Stanley, but a fierce, desperate, and slightly dangerous love for the man who was currently dismantling her life.
"Mppphhhh...."
Driven by a primal instinct she didn't even know she possessed, Ellie didn't wait for him to command her again. She let out a soft, needy whimper and slowly, provocatively, stuck her tongue out, offering it to him.
She tilted her head back, exposing the delicate line of her throat, her eyes locking onto his with a silent, submissive invitation.
'Take it,' her mind screamed, a chaotic mix of desire and devotion. 'Don't just kiss me, Mikey.'
'Consume me...! Suck the very breath from my lungs!"
