At the bed, he laid her down gently. Smiling, Eliott began to trail slow kisses along her neck, his fingers threading into her hair, drifting to stroke the shell of her ear. Alex moaned softly at the touch of his mouth on her skin. Every point of contact felt incredible to her; she wanted his touch to last forever. He wandered down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and marks as if staking his claim, easing her dress off her in the same motion.
She had a stunning body, and Eliott couldn't help pausing a moment to admire the sight before him. That she was letting him this close, letting him touch her without a trace of the fear that usually seized her, wasn't lost on him for a second — and it made every gentle thing he did feel weightier, more precious than he could say.
