Elliot swirled his wine, the ice clinking. His eyes met yours. “Such a pretty sight.” He approached, tracing your jawline and neck. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already reacting. Perhaps I should fix that.” He took an ice cube from his wine, tracing it on your skin. Water droplets formed as he pressed gently between your thighs. “Beg for me. I want to hear you say my name.”