Desire drops heavy in my core as his finger lifts, sweeping across my collarbone and under my chin so he can angle my face up to his. “Tell me, love. If I dropped to my knees right now, would you let me devour your cunt?” My thighs squeeze together, and my chest caves in with a harsh breath. Why do I want to say yes so fucking bad? “I—I don’t know.” Eli leans closer, his lips an inch away from mine. “Perhaps just your mouth, then.”
