Consumed by you : Whispers of devotion

Chapter 11: The Slow Burn

Elara's Perspective

The room felt hotter than usual, the tension between them so thick it was almost suffocating. Elara sat beside Lucas, her heart racing. She could see the storm behind his blue eyes, the battle he was trying to keep hidden. He had been teasing her all night, taking control, driving her mad with his possessive gaze and commanding touch. But she was done being the one to fall apart under his intensity.

Now, it was his turn.

A wicked thought crept into her mind as she leaned closer to him, the heat from his body radiating against her skin. Her fingers lightly trailed along his arm, barely touching him, just enough to send a jolt through him. She saw his jaw tighten, his breath hitch slightly. That's when she knew she had him.

"Elara..." His voice was a low growl, a warning, but she ignored it. She had no intention of stopping now. She wanted to see him crack.

With slow, deliberate movements, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed under her weight. His hands instinctively gripped her hips, but she placed her own hands on top of his, pinning them down, preventing him from taking control.

"Let's see how well you hold up," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. She moved her hips slightly, just enough to tease him, but not nearly enough to give him what he wanted.

Lucas inhaled sharply, his grip tightening on her waist. His hands twitched under hers, as if he was fighting the urge to take control again. But he didn't move. Not yet.

She smirked. "What's wrong, Lucas? Don't like being the one without control?" Her voice was a taunt, soft and dangerous, like a whispering flame.

His eyes darkened, and she could feel the heat rising between them. She knew he was close to breaking, close to losing that careful restraint he had been holding on to so tightly. It thrilled her to no end, knowing she was pushing him toward the edge.

Her hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing every curve of muscle beneath his shirt. Slowly, deliberately, she leaned down, her lips brushing against his neck. She could feel his pulse quicken, feel the tension growing in his body. She placed a soft kiss on his skin, then pulled back, watching as his eyes flickered with frustration and desire.

He was losing it.

Lucas's Perspective

Lucas was losing his mind. Every nerve in his body was on fire as Elara teased him, her body pressed against his, her touch barely there but driving him insane. He tried to hold back, tried to keep his composure, but the more she pushed, the harder it became to resist.

His hands were still on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he fought the urge to flip her beneath him and take back control. But she was playing with him, pushing him to his limit, and for the first time, he wasn't sure if he could hold back.

Her lips were soft against his neck, barely brushing the surface, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him. He wanted to grab her, pull her closer, make her stop teasing and give him what he wanted. But he didn't. He couldn't. There was something dark and thrilling about letting her have this power, even if it was temporary.

"Elara," he growled, his voice thick with desire and frustration. "Stop."

But she didn't. She only smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she moved her hips again, slowly, teasingly. His hands clenched into fists beneath her, his breath coming out in harsh, ragged gasps.

She was doing this on purpose. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it was driving him wild.

He closed his eyes, trying to focus, trying to keep himself from snapping. But when she leaned in again, her lips grazing his ear, and whispered, "Do you want me to stop?" Lucas lost it.

His hands shot up, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head as he flipped her onto her back in one swift motion. She gasped, her eyes wide with surprise, but there was no fear in them. Only excitement.

"You like playing with fire, don't you?" Lucas growled, his voice rough, his body hovering over hers. His breath was ragged, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared down at her. Her lips were parted, her chest rising and falling quickly, but her smile never wavered.

"I didn't hear a 'no,'" she whispered, her voice low and teasing.

Lucas gritted his teeth, trying to regain control, but it was slipping through his fingers. He wanted her. Needed her. But he wasn't going to give in so easily. Not yet. Not when she was enjoying this game so much.

He leaned down, his face inches from hers, their breaths mingling. "You don't know what you're asking for," he whispered, his voice dark, dangerous.

But Elara didn't flinch. Instead, she smiled up at him, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "Maybe I do."

His grip tightened on her wrists as his gaze bore into hers. She was pushing him, testing him, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back.

He could feel the heat radiating off her body, the way she squirmed beneath him, and it was taking every ounce of his willpower not to devour her right then and there. But he wouldn't give her that satisfaction. Not yet.

Instead, he leaned down, his lips brushing teasingly against hers. He could feel her breath hitch, her body arching toward him, but he pulled back just before their lips met.

Her frustration was palpable, and Lucas couldn't help but smirk. She wasn't the only one who could play this game.

"Elara," he whispered, his voice low and rough. "You're going to have to try harder than that."

Her eyes narrowed, but the smile never left her face. She was just as stubborn, just as determined to push him over the edge. But Lucas wasn't going to let her win. Not yet.