Elisabeth's POV
I pushed away every rational thought because thinking would ruin this. My fingers dug into his shirt, ripping the fabric apart. Nothing about this was soft or sweet. My nails left marks on his skin, and he seemed to want it that way.
He tore his shirt off without missing a beat, revealing the hard planes of his chest. I didn't waste time staring. The rage, the frustration, and this magnetic force between us consumed everything else.
His movements were punishing, a relentless pace that drove me to the edge of sanity. I was spinning out of control, which only made him more dangerous. He gave me no room to catch my breath or regain my senses. His presence overwhelmed every inch of space around me, and I couldn't break free. I didn't want to.
