LORETTA

It wasn't a sniff

It was more. Elion brought my ruined panties to his nose and drew in a long, unhurried breath, like a man inhaling the scent of something sacred.

“What are you doing?” It was a silly question to ask, being that I could see what exactly he was doing but I was running low on coherent thought and coherent sentences

His eyes fluttered half-closed. “Memorizing you, baby” The deep growl of his voice and the raw hunger in his face made my core clench hard

A small whimper escaped me. Greedily, I grounded my body against him, asking... begging

“Fuck, Rea,” he hissed out, voice as...