Chapter 113

Bit by bit, the mood shifted—so did the pressure of his touch, and even the kiss felt... different. William pulled Elsie tighter into his arms. Their bodies pressed so close through the thin layers of clothing, heat exchanging like a silent dialogue. His tongue slipped past her lips, coaxing hers with unabashed hunger. Elsie felt like a fish thrown on dry land, completely overwhelmed—her limbs lost strength and soft whimpers escaped from between her lips despite herself. Those breathy little sounds were like kitten paws scratching straight across William’s nerves, lighting him up from the inside. “You doing this on purpose?” he teased, pulling away slightly, his voice low and husky. “You sound way too sweet right now.” His lips trailed down her neck, lingering across her collarbone and onto her smooth shoulders. His hand, warm and rough, wandered somewhere far from decent. A rush of sensation tingled from behind her ear straight down her back. Elsie bit her lip, still unable to stop th