In the quiet of the kitchen, you were preparing a late-night snack when you felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around your waist. Elijah, your boyfriend, pulled you back against his hard chest, his presence both comforting and electrifying.

“Yes, Eli?” you asked, sighing with a smile, your love for him evident in your voice.

“I want you so bad, Y/N,” he murmured softly, pressing tender kisses to your neck. “I need you every day, every night. I can’t stop myself from wanting and needing you.”

“Oh really?” you giggled, feeling his grip tighten around you.

“Yes, Y/N, really,” he replied, inhaling your scent and kissing your head. “But like we promised, not until marriage. Patience is key.”

You heard Elijah’s frustrated groan as he reluctantly pulled back. With a teasing smile, you turned to face him. “Just wait until that wedding night,” you teased, “I’m going to make sure you’re not able to walk the next day.”

Elijah’s eyes widened in shock before he walked back upstairs, leaving you stunned by his words…