Eliot bent over me, his hot breath at my neck. “Steven. Oh, Steven.”
He’d slipped onto the mattress beside me, moulding his body against mine. I arched beneath him, fitting myself to him in return, barely fighting the desperate ache of my need. “I don’t know who you are, Eliot. I don’t know why I’m here.”
“You’re here for me,” came his relentless reply.
His lips dipped to my chest now, and my lungs quivered under the ribcage. My breath shortened fiercely at the touch of his mouth. I let out the softest moan as he suckled on my n****e. “Eliot—oh God. Isn’t there anyone else here?”
“Hush.”
“No.” I was stubborn, still. “Are you alone?” Were there others like him, hiding somewhere in this huge, weird house? Would we be disturbed? Challenged? Was I in even more danger? “Tell me, for God’s
