Forever Lost: Becoming Elena - Book Two by Melody Anne

glass of wine and handing hers over. He leaned back in the seat across from her, taking in her leg, which was sticking out of the deep slit in the dress.
    “I just wanted to be near the window,” she told him, unwilling to let him know how much he was affecting her.
    He didn’t deserve to know. The night had been about power, and it was more than obvious that he was indeed the one who had it. For one minute she had thought she had some power, and it was pure exhilaration, but reality was too much of a letdown to try to hope.
    The more Dalton gazed at her on their drive, though, the more she felt herself falling into his spell over and over again. Her nipples were peaked and aching, her core hot and wet. He didn’t even have to touch her to make her come undone.
    Maybe that was what the night was about. He was showing her she truly needed him; she’d be a fool to walk away.
    Feeling at the edge of a precipice, her heart racing, Elena tried to gain back control. It was useless. He controlled her and their relationship. She should let go of the strings holding her down and enjoy the ride.
    At least if she were to do that, she wouldn’t ache so much.
    “Elena, I want you to do something for me,” he said, his voice low. He reached over and removed her empty glass, not offering a refill before he sat back and gazed at her.
    “What?” This was a question she probably shouldn’t have asked.
    “I want you to slide your fingers underneath that beautiful dress and run them across your hot, sweet center,” he said, his words husky as he looked down as if he could see right through the fabric covering her.
    Though she was mortified at doing what he asked of her, there was also a rush of heat coursing through her body, making everything ache more than it had. She loved to turn him on, loved knowing she was making him come undone.
    But she couldn’t sit there and fondle herself in front of him. She shifted, and glanced at him from beneath her lowered lashes.
    “Um . . . I don’t want to do that,” she finally said when he was silent for too long.
    “Yes, you do. I can see how turned on you are. I can smell you from here. Your body is ready to burst, and I want to watch as it does. Lift your dress up and scoot forward, then slide your fingers along your moist slit and slip them inside, coating them with your juices, and then rub them along that tender area you love my tongue to slide over.”
    Pressing her legs together as she squirmed before him, Elena hated that he knew exactly what her body was feeling. He knew her body better than she did, knew exactly how to draw out her pleasure — knew how to deny it as well. He played her any time he wanted to, and right now he was doing it with nothing more than words.
    “I’ve pictured all day what I’ve wanted to do with you. I’ve imagined you writhing on the bed, naked, with my head between your spread legs, your hands trailing across your swollen breasts while my tongue circles every delectable inch of your wet core. Then during dinner, I imagined sliding inside, filling you up. Did you picture the same thing, Elena? Do you want me to make you come?” he asked in a soft voice that had her panting.
    “Yes.” The word was drawn out as she felt her fingers on her thigh, her eyelids drooping as she gazed at this man who was inserting his control by seducing her.
    “Then do what I ask. Show me exactly what you want me to do to you,” he demanded.
    Elena was sliding down in her seat, her legs spreading without her even thinking about it. She didn’t want to put on this show for him, but her core was so hot, so tight, so sensitive as she squirmed in the seat, her fingers unintentionally rubbing along her thigh.
    “You are so stunning, Elena, with your cheeks flushed and your body aching for my touch. You respond perfectly to me. Prove to me that you are mine, that you will obey when I want something.”
    Elena found herself helpless to fight him any longer. Her fingers