Forever Lost: Becoming Elena - Book Two by Melody Anne Page B

make you scream out my name while I plunge in and out of your heat.”
    Elena found herself complying, found her fingers rubbing the outside of her core, her arousal making the area wet and hot. Spreading her legs even more, she now felt no shame at how open to him she was.
    Without further prompting she pushed a finger inside, her flesh clamping around it as her body sought sweet relief. She moaned when she felt his fingers on her thigh, squeezing while she slid her finger in and out of her body.
    Then without more prompting, she added another finger and buried them deep before pulling them out and rubbing them against her throbbing swollen nub, needing release.
    She moaned as he kissed her shoulder before clamping his teeth to her flesh as his hand tightened on her thigh.
    “Please, Dalton. I need . . .” She trailed off on a moan as she drew closer and closer to release.
    “Don’t come yet, Elena,” he warned. “Your pleasure is mine to control. Keep rubbing yourself, bringing yourself closer, but don’t go over the edge,” he told her.
    Elena didn’t know if she could hold out. She certainly knew she didn’t want to.
    “Please, Dalton . . .” she groaned.
    “Please what?” he said in a knowing voice.
    “I need you inside me, Dalton. Please.” She wasn’t above begging. She was ready to straddle him right there on the seat.
    His fingers joined hers, one of his slipping inside with hers, and Elena almost defied him and came right there. He bit down harder on her shoulder, as if he knew exactly what was going on.
    She tried focusing on the pain of his bite while he pumped his finger alongside hers, burying it deep inside her before pulling out and rubbing along her swollen flesh, screaming for release.
    Then he took her hand and pulled it away from her slick folds, making her whimper as she tried to push it back. Just a few more swipes and she would fall over the edge. She wanted to do it with him, but at this point, she’d settle for anything. Her skin was on fire and she needed to complete what he’d started.
    Elena opened her eyes and found his dark gaze staring back at her; she was ready to reach out and take the initiative, grab his thick hair and pull him to her. But his lips quirked the tiniest bit as he began straightening her clothing, covering up what she’d uncovered.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, confused.
    “It’s time to go inside. We’ll finish there,” he told her.
    He opened the limo door and Elena was shocked to see they were home. She hadn’t been focused on anything other than Dalton and their intimate space in the back of the limo. She’d forgot about Lincoln driving, forgot anything and everything other than Dalton.
    He shocked her when he pulled her from the car, then lifted her into his arms and made his way to the house. She was grateful for the assist though, as her legs were shaky, and she didn’t think she’d be capable of walking.
    When they reached his den, he set her on her feet, letting her slide down his body, sparking every nerve ending she had. Spinning her around, his hand splayed on her stomach as he pulled her back against him, his arousal pressed against the softness of her backside while his fingers grazed the underside of her breast.
    She moaned as her head fell back to rest against his chest. She needed to be naked, needed to be in his arms so he could do all those wonderful things he’d promised. Biting her lip to prevent her from begging, she enjoyed for the moment just having him pressed against her. He ran his hands up over her covered breasts, squeezing them and making her whimper.
    “I can make you come with nothing more than words. I own your passion. I demand your trust. Give yourself over to me fully right here, right now,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled down the top of her dress then squeezed her through her bra.
    Backing the two of them up, he sat, her cradled against his thickness as he pushed himself upward. There were too