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The air crackles with cruel intentions as my gaze clashes with his icy cloudy one.
An unpredictable storm that will swipe me under if I so much as I breathe wrong.
Pressure builds in my stomach at the mere feel of his body on top of mine, dwarfing me, dominating, intimidating.
Absolutely addicting.
I didn’t realize how much I missed him until his skin touched mine again.
I’m burning as I fall back into the orbit of the sun.
My heart races, my blood roars, but all I can do is stare at my custom-made god.
Eli yanks out his belt, the sound echoing around us like a whip, and he wraps it around my hands.
I wiggle free. “No.”
“No?” he repeats with deceptive calm.
“I want to see you. Properly.”
“And I want to sink my fucking teeth in your throat and mess up that skin with blood.”
“Deal,” I breathe out, my voice a fallen whisper in the silence.
“Jesus fucking Christ. I tell you I want to draw your blood and you just to agree to it? Have you lost your damn mind?”
“No. I trust you won’t hurt me and I know if I ask you to stop, you will. It’s a reasonable price for seeing you naked.” I sit up so I’m cradling his thighs and undo the second button of his shirt with trembling fingers. “I don’t like it when I’m the only one stripping. I know you do it for power, but it makes me feel like a sex doll you blow off steam into.”
“Fuck.” He rips open his shirt and I gasp as the buttons fly all around and roll onto the ground.
He shoves away his trousers and briefs while balancing me on top of him. I fumble with my zipper and awkwardly pull my dress and lace panties off.
We strip in record time until we’re both stark naked. For the first time ever. While I’m looking at him, at least.
I love the intense way he stares at me. My skin grows warm at the dark desire, the red-hot passion, and the need to touch me that shines bright in his eyes.
Eli tugs me back on his lap and his huge erection nudges against my arse.
But I’m distracted by something else.
I’ve always known my husband to be lean but ripped. But as I glide my fingers over his broad shoulders and smooth muscles, I realize just how unfair it is that I haven’t seen him naked until now.
He's perfection wrapped in human skin and I want to touch him for eternity.
I expect him to stop me, but he lets me rub my palms over his pectoral muscles, along his abs, and…
My hands come to a halt when I find a tattoo on his side—a phoenix trapped in the branches of the tree of life. Crisp lines, plenty of negative space, neither big nor small, but it’s the right size to be noticed.
For some reason, I’ve never pictured Eli as the type to get tattoos. He’s too clean-cut for that.
I’m about to ask about it when my fingers land on a red scar near his lower abs. A gasp falls from my lips as I study the large slash.
“W-what happened?” I look up at him and he stares back with an edge.
As if he’s enduring me touching him, exploring him, getting to know him for once.
