Chapter 72. Another Slip of the Tongue

Ellie's POV

I lay flat on his comfy king-size bed's white sheets as the door opens, feeling the intimately acquainted adrenaline surge run down my spine, turning it cold. All the sensory neurons in my well-sprawled, naked body acknowledge the familiar pungentness of his scent.

The loud bang of the door slamming stops me in my tracks as I try to jerk my back out of the bed.

He approaches, his intense brown eyes gobbling up every inch of my nude body, from my nipples' razor-sharp protrusions to my curled-up toes. He knows just how much I want him, even if his eyes don't catch a glimpse of the juice of my wetness dripping from down there as my thighs are pressed tightly.

"So, you are so obedient, huh?" He remarks in his deep, husky, broken voice, sending shivers down my spine. I drop my eyes down at the bulge in his khaki pants, disregarding the dark, alluring orbs of his that are illuminating with desire.

My mind is blown by the invi