ELARA
He didn't hesitate. One pull and the fabric that clung to me gave way beneath his hands, the sound of it tearing through the silence. My breath caught as his fingers traced the bare line of my shoulder, slow and rough, like he wanted to memorize every shape of me.
My hand rested on his bare chest until he was done stripping me naked.
Before I could think, he lifted me effortlessly above the ground, and set me down on the bed. The air between us was thick with heavy tension and exhilarating spark, too heavy to think properly.
His gaze ran over me, unashamed, deliberate, like every inch of me was something he'd been starving to see. As if he wanted the very image of it to stamp on his brain.
He dropped me gently on the bed, my body bouncing off the surface of it a little.
"You've never let anyone this close, have you?" he asked quietly, his voice carrying that dangerous promise that made my pulse race.
I couldn't answer. I just shook my head.
