CHAPTER 18. THE FIRE WITHIN
ELODIE'S POV
It feels as though liquid fire explodes from deep inside me. It’s not pain, not quite pleasure either—it’s something in between, raw and consuming, like molten heat licking through every vein and nerve in my body. The sensation twists me, coils me into something I can’t bear and can’t resist. My breath shatters. My body trembles as if struck by lightning or caught in the throes of some fever that won’t let go.
He grabs me—his grip firm, unrelenting—and lifts me until my back is pressed against his chest. I can feel every hard line of him behind me, his skin slick against mine. His arms lock around my waist, pinning me close as though he’s afraid I’ll vanish. Then he begins to move—slowly, sensually—sliding in and out of me with a rhythm that dri
