Prologue
Bodies moving. Hips thrusting. Moans escaping. Tongues intertwining, lips desperately moving against untouched skin.
If a single person were to tell Eli that he would be mixed up in the dangerous, compulsive throes of pleasure with the one person he despised the most, he would have thought such ideas preposterous and maybe, for once in his life, laughed out loud at the audacity of the suggestion.
However, in that very moment, as his body convulsed in pleasure, broken moans escaping his lips, all of his much-gathered logic seemed to vanish in an instant.
As the pleasure faded, Eli’s mind started working again, and it hit him hard. He suddenly became aware of everything: the body next to his, the smell of sex in the air, the warmth of skin against skin. The magical moment was over, and reality crashed in.
What had he just done?
And how had he gotten here?
