Chapter 50: You’re mine and only mine
Elijah’s grip on me tightened even further. He pulled me so close that our lips were mere inches apart. I could feel his hot, sensual breath against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. "Just dancing," I replied, attempting to sound casual, but my voice betrayed my anxiety.
His grip tightened even more around me. "Is that what you call it?" he asked, his tone laced with jealousy and frustration.
I opened my mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. The vigor of his gaze and the firmness of his hold left me speechless. The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us in this charged moment.
"It seems like you’re enjoying it too much," A growl rumbled through his chest making my spine tinglinh.
My breath hitched, and my body trembled with excitement and fear when his finger tightened around my fingers.
I could feel his anger and jealousy. The possessiveness in his touch was intoxicating. I wanted to give in to it, to surrender to the desire that was building inside of me. But I knew that if I did, there would be no turning back.
He whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Do you have any idea what you’re doing?"
My heart raced even faster, and I felt a mix of fear and exhilaration. This was what I’d wanted, wasn’t it? To make him feel something, anything, for me. But now that I had his attention, I wasn’t sure how to handle it.
The music continued to play, but I barely heard it. All I could focus on was the man holding me, his hand moved to the small of my back, pulling me even closer until our bodies were pressed together.
"Elijah," I managed to say, my voice trembling. "I—"