Chapter 80

Patrick and Elena

His mouth was rough and demanding. His tongue, eager for hers. Patrick's teeth and lips brushed Elena's throat and collarbone, and she arched her body, gripping her hair and thrusting her hips against him hard, moaning as she pressed against her hardness.

“Your taste is too sweet. - Patrick murmured, sliding his hand to her waist and then caressing her breast. Elena moaned when his thumb brushed her nipple. “I want you out of that dress. Now.

- You first. One of Elena's hands began to unbutton the buttons on his shirt, while the other struggled with his belt.

They were too intertwined to undress easily, and impatiently, Elena slipped her fingers under his shirt to feel his bare, warm skin. The smoothness of her skin was a stark contrast to the hard ridges of her abdomen, and the contact made him tingle. Patrick was so… hot.

With a hard tug, the shirt ripped, sending the buttons flying in all directions. Elena stared at the scarred man covered in tattoo