Maya’s hands fisted in his hair, tugging him closer as if her body was starving for every single touch. Elias groaned into her skin, the sound vibrating through her chest and making her shiver.

Her legs tightened instinctively around his waist, pulling him closer until there was barely space left between them. His hands gripped her thighs firmly, holding her in place. 

“E-Elias…” she whispered, not even sure what she wanted to say. His name was the only thing that seemed to form on her tongue, like he was the air she needed to breathe.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his forehead brushing against hers, grey...