CHAPTER 11: THE BEGINNING
ELODIE'S POV
It forces me to press my back harder against the wall, the solid surface biting into my spine as though it wants to fuse me there, locking me in place while every nerve in my body surrenders. My head tilts back of its own accord, hair brushing the wall as pleasure coils through me like molten fire. A trembling moan slips past my lips, soft yet desperate, escaping before I can trap it behind clenched teeth. His large palms are everywhere—caressing, kneading, claiming me as though I were crafted for this very moment.
His fingers squeeze firmly, deliberately, teasing my tender flesh before pinching sharply against my n*****s. The sudden twist drags a raw groan out of me, low and broken, and I hear myself muttering, “Oh my God…”
He chuckles in respon
