Chapter 15
Elias’s hand slid to her wrist, tightening his hold as he leaned down.
His other arm moved behind her back, pulling her closer until he could bury his face between her breasts.
Amara gasped at the contact, her soft body pressed against him as he inhaled her scent, holding her like she might disappear.
His body was rigid with need, every line of him tense. Amara could feel it—him, hard and pressed against her, the pressure only building between them.
“I want you, Elias,” Amara whimpered, the slow vibrations still pulsing inside her, twisting her thoughts into need. “Please… please!”
His mouth found her nipple again, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before he took it deeper, while his hand slid down her body and pulled her tighter against him.
“Hah… fuck!” she gasped sharply, the mix of sensation stealing her breath.
Her body shook beneath him, trapped between pleasure and frustration. The vibrations inside her never stopped—slow, constant, keeping her right at the edge without letting her fall. Her skin felt overheated, nerves alive, every touch too much and not enough at the same time.
She could feel him pressed against her, hard and demanding, and it only made her need worse.
Her thighs tightened without thinking when she noticed him—how hard he was, how close. The thought of tasting him, of having him in her mouth, flashed through her mind and made her breath catch.
“Make me cum!” Amara snapped, voice sharp with frustration.
Elias only smirked, completely unfazed. He lowered his head again, switching between her breasts, biting and kissing them until her body arched helplessly against him. His hand kneaded the other side roughly, making her breath break apart.
Then suddenly, his hand slid into her hair and yanked her head back. Her breath hitched as his face hovered close, dark eyes locked on hers—heavy with control.
“Do you want me now?” he asked, voice hoarse.
“Yes!” she cried out, frustration spilling over. “This damn thing inside me is driving me insane.”
A slow, dark smile curved his lips. His voice dropped into something rougher, quieter.
“But watching you beg… that’s what drives me insane.”
Her patience snapped.
In one sudden motion, she tore her wrists free. Before he could fully react, she shoved him back hard against the wall, nails dragging down his chest.
Elias didn’t stop her.
If anything, his smile deepened—like he was letting her believe she had control.
Amara didn’t hesitate. She pushed him toward the edge of the bathtub, straddling his hips, lowering herself toward his hard length—
And that was when he moved.
With a low growl, he caught her throat and turned her in one swift motion, pulling her back against his chest. She ended up seated in his lap, her back pressed firmly to him, one hand flying up to his grip as she gasped.
“Did you really think I’d let you take control?” Elias sneered, voice rough with arousal.
He tightened his hold as his other hand forced her legs wider. He reached for the remote and turned the vibrator up to its highest level.
The device roared to life inside her, sending sharp, unrelenting waves through her already sensitive body.
“Is this what you need?” he growled, eyes fixed on her shaking form.
“Elias! I c… I can’t—” Amara gasped, her voice breaking as her body betrayed her, the pleasure already dragging her closer to the edge.
A wicked glint crossed his eyes. “You have to.”
Her nails dug into his arms as she writhed in his hold, every nerve burning, every breath coming in broken, shallow pulls.
“Do you feel it, Amara?” he murmured near her ear, voice low and dangerous. “I can feel you shaking in my lap. I’ll remember this whenever I sit down now. Not having you on my lap is going to torment me to death.”
“Elias…” she hissed through clenched teeth, her thighs trembling from the relentless pressure.
He let out a quiet chuckle, dark and satisfied, his hand slipping between her legs. His fingers brushed over her sensitive core, and her body jerked violently, a broken sound slipping from her lips.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” he whispered, voice curling around her like something dangerous. “Tell me… is it the vibrator making you feel pleasure, or my words?”
“I don’t know!” she whimpered, anger and need twisting together in her voice. She hated how he controlled every reaction, how he pulled her to the edge only to deny her again and again.
“Liar,” he murmured, teeth grazing her ear.
Then, without warning, he pulled away slightly and lowered the intensity to the lowest setting.
The sudden drop hit her like a shock.
“Oh my god!” Amara cried out, frustration snapping through her as she struggled in his lap.
Elias released her at last, watching calmly as she scrambled off him, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. Her eyes were wild when they met his—burning with anger, need, and humiliation all tangled together.
He only looked back with that same infuriating smirk.
Something in her snapped.
Without another word, she turned and stormed out of the washroom, heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. She refused to let him see how much he was getting to her.
Elias got to his feet at once, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
He went after her in seconds, catching her wrist and pulling her back into the washroom.
With her back pressed to his chest, he kissed near her ear, his voice low and teasing. “Now you know what happens when you piss me off?”
Before she could answer, he turned her around and guided her under the shower, switching the water on. Amara’s hands hit the wall as warm water rushed over her instantly.
The sudden shock made her gasp, but she barely had time to react. Elias reached into his pocket and pulled out the remote, pressing it to a higher setting. The soft hum filled the space between them.
Amara’s legs weakened at the sudden intensity, her body overwhelmed by the sensation she couldn’t escape. She pressed her thighs together, trying to steady herself, her breath turning uneven as her eyes fluttered shut.
“Ahhh…” she hissed, his scent surrounding her, making it harder to think clearly.
With a predatory calm, Elias stepped closer, his presence swallowing the space between them as he backed her against the cold tile wall and turned her to face him. His gaze locked onto hers, heavy and unblinking. The way he looked at her—so full of hunger—made her heart race.
Then he lowered himself down in front of her.
His hand slid between her thighs, fingers brushing slowly, teasing her.
With a swift motion, he shut off the vibrator, replacing it with the heat of his touch as he traced the edge of what he had already left her feeling overwhelmed and sensitive.
His other hand gripped her upper thigh, squeezing just enough to make her shudder.
Amara bit her lip, trying to hold herself together. The tension he had built inside her refused to settle, coiling tighter with every second.
“Do you like this?” Elias’s voice was low, almost teasing, as his fingers tugged at the strap, drawing it away from her slowly.
Amara sucked in a breath, her body tightening at the slow, torturous withdrawal. She was left trembling, aching, her body still carrying the echo of everything he had done to her. Elias watched her closely, fully aware of the effect he had on her.
Her breath came uneven as Elias set everything aside and stood, pulling her toward him again. Before she could react, he lifted her effortlessly and carried her back to the edge of the bathtub. He set her down gently, then knelt before her again, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Look at me,” Elias ordered, his tone firm.
Amara stared upward, trying to resist him, to hold onto whatever control she had left.
But Elias wasn’t having it. He caught her chin, forcing her gaze down to meet his.
When their eyes locked, the tension between them thickened.
Then, without warning, he kissed her—hard, consuming, all dominance and need.
Elias’s grip on her thighs tightened, his nails pressing into her skin as he held her in place.
“Amara, I want to taste you,” he whispered against her lips.
Before she could respond, he parted her legs wider, his head lowering between them. The moment his mouth met her, a sharp wave of sensation shot through her, pulling a gasp from her lips.
“Oh… my God,” Amara breathed out, her hands flying to his shoulders, clutching him as her breath hitched. It was overwhelming—electric, consuming—her body quickly losing control under his attention. Every movement of his mouth sent her closer to the edge, drowning her in heat and sensation.
“Mmmmmhhh…” she whimpered, her voice shaking as she felt herself coming undone.
But he didn’t slow. If anything, he became more relentless, drawing her higher and higher until her thoughts scattered. His touch was precise, demanding, like he knew exactly how to break her control piece by piece.
“Elias!” Amara cried out, nails pressing into his back as she pulled him closer, her body trembling. “Please… I need to—”
Her voice broke as the pressure inside her snapped, her body shuddering as release crashed through her without mercy.
“Fuck… Elias… I can’t—”
Her words dissolved into a broken cry as she clung to him, overwhelmed by the force of it. Tears slipped down her face as the intensity swept through her in waves, leaving her shaking and breathless.
And still, Elias didn’t stop right away. He held her through it, prolonging the feeling until her body finally eased, every tremor slowly fading under his hands.
Only then did he look at her—breath heavy, eyes dark with something far from satisfied.
Watching her like that, completely undone because of him, only deepened the hunger in him. The control, the way she melted in his arms, the way she couldn’t hold back—it pulled him under just as much as it did her.