𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨- 𝙀𝙡𝙞 𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙠𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙯/ 𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠

Thirty Four

They kissed each other like the end of the world was near. Like a war was going on and the taste of their lips were their only hope. Stumbling into Eli's bedroom, his tux abandoned somewhere downstairs, hands groping for more and everything, mouths laughing against the other. A secret search, an exploration of the other's body.

Eli pinned Flora against his bedroom door, maybe a little too caught up in the moment and in the rush, and she giggled. He felt like they'd burn to death from the electricity that flowed in and around them.

Flora gasped when his lips found her neck. Sweet kisses drawing stars all over her bruise. Eli squeezed her backside, and pulled her closer against his crotch if that was even possible.

His hand travelled up to her dress' zipper and Flora felt the thrill run through her veins. He slowly pulled the zipper down, his mouth on hers again. She tasted like bubblegum.

Flora's hands worked to unbutton his shirt, and in seconds it was on the floor. The grim reaper tattoo on his chest made her heart battle against it's electric signals, to break free and wild.

Eli pulled her dress off, and she shrugged it away, only in a pale blue bra and underwear now. His eyes gazed her figure darkly, she was the best high of his life, and she stared up at him grinning like he was hers. She knew her scars didn't matter to him.

" You're so gorgeous," He whispered, locking her wrists above her head against the door, with one hand, while the other one travelled to her bare waist, staying there, " Say it, sweetheart."

She had to stop her heart from bursting, sweetheart. She never knew this one word would have such effect on her, " Touch me, Eli." She found herself saying. She was so intoxicated by him that she felt like she might stop breathing.

As if on cue his hands moved to unclasp her bra, and his lips on her left collarbone, leaving relics all over her skin and then with a smirk he took off her bra with his teeth.

She was waiting for him to grope at her boobs, but instead he lifted her chin up and pressed a sweet delicate kiss on her lips and there she thought the butterflies couldn't get crazier.

" Your turn, love." She wickedly whispered in his ear, " Pants off, come on now."

He kissed the corner of her mouth, his desire evident on his face as she reached forward to unbuckle his formal pants. His arousal strained against the fabric, and she eagerly pulled down his pants, leaving him in his boxers.

Eli admired the captivating girl before him, she had the devil's eyes. His hand pressed against her back, while the other firmly grasped her ass, causing her hips to respond with a tantalizing motion. His mouth hungrily explored her breasts, igniting sinful sounds from Flora's lips. With ease, he lifted her up, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso.

Gently placing her on his bed, Eli hovered over her. She looked like a painting, flushed cheeks, messy hair, and a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Flora smirked up at him, her brown eyes burning into his blue ones. Arousal surged through her as he kissed the inside of her thighs, her body responding with its own desires and sounds of satisfaction.

"You drive me insane," he confessed, his gaze filled with wicked intentions, the wet spots on her underwear evidence of her own desire.

"Do I now?" she chuckled darkly, her voice dripping with anticipation. "What do you intend to do about it?"

He reached up and kissed her mouth, hard and hot, as if to burn the taste of his lips on hers. His tongue explored every corner of her mouth. Her hands in his hair, his knee between her thighs to keep her grounded, " I intend to do all the bad things to you, your royal fucking highness."