Killian & Elena
Killian
Elena’s umber eyes went as wide as saucers, right before they narrowed into slits. “Get off me, you pig,” she growled, shoving me away with force. She turned on her heel and stormed out without another word, slamming the door behind her.
I stared after her for a moment, but couldn’t help but chuckle and shake my head. These new flirtation tactics were certainly out of the ordinary for Elena, but I couldn’t deny it—they were a turn on.
Elena had always taken the more passive role in our intimacy—she always wanted it and I always made sure she enjoyed herself, but she rarely came onto me first. And if she did, it was usually late at night when the bedroom lights were dim and right after she had spent nearly two hours preparing herself in the bathroom.
