Eli’s smirk grew as Clare asked her sexually charged question. It ignited a fire within his body as he pulled her hips downward, bucking slightly as he shifted his position. He trailed his fingertips along her neckline, hooking his palm along her jawline as his thumb pulled on her bottom lip. He watched her lips with intense longing, noticing how swollen they looked, begging to be kissed. He sat up momentarily, gathering one hand at the back of her neck and pushing her to crash against his mouth. The kiss was forceful and urgent as his hand resumed its position on the small of her back, his fingertips traveling up and down the small indention of her bra strap. He moved his mouth downward to her neck, dragging his tongue along the flesh. He moved to her ear, nipping at her ear lobe before finally replying, “because… it makes me want to do really bad things with you. I wouldn’t want to corrupt the saintly Clare, now would I?” he teased, running his nose across her jawline as his lips brushed against her skin. He could feel her breath quickening as it tickled his cheek. 

Instinctively Clare grasped at the fabric beneath her fingertips, the underlying tone of his words sent shivers down her spine. Her skin tingled in the wake of Eli’s kisses and she fought to keep her eyes open as he continued to tease her. “It’s a little too late for that, isn’t it?” Her words were soft spoken against his temple. She trailed kisses along his flesh. Her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest as she toyed with her next words carefully. “What would you say if I told you that I…want you to do bad things with me.” She held her breath for a moment feeling the nerves settle in the pit of her stomach. Eli was typically the one to take control of the situation and his words did as they were intended to. They effected her in all of the right ways and she hoped to try and do the same this time around. Clare ground her hips against his slow at first almost as though she was testing the waters then proceeding to quicken her movement. She pressed her forehead to his, not wanting to miss any expression in which flashed across his features.