Elliot's P.O.V.
I should have resisted her. I should have had more control. But she could scream in my face one day and beg me to screw her the next, and there I was—like a damn loyal dog.
How long had I waited for this? For her to finally give herself to me?
Tonight, I wasn't letting her go. Not again.
I slid down the zipper of her dress slowly, pressing her against me as my mouth devoured the sensitive skin of her neck. Her whole body radiated heat. The way her hips shifted restlessly told me her body was aching to have me inside her.
I peeled off that dress, revealing her smooth, flawless skin, and kissed every inch like I'd starved for her, which I had.
She yanked off my tie, fumbling to get my shirt open next. I could feel her urgency, the desperation in her touch. But I didn't want to rush. I wanted her to wait. I wanted to see her squirm, to see her tremble with need.
I grabbed the tie she had tossed and wrapped it around her wrists, gently binding them to stop her from t
