ELARA.His mouth moves from mine to my neck, biting hard enough to leave marks, and his hands are everywhere at once. Gripping my waist, sliding up my ribs, cupping my breasts with the same focused intensity he brings to sculpting."I need to understand how you feel," he says against my skin. "How your body responds. What makes you gasp. What makes you moan.""Then touch me properly."He pulls back to look at me and something dangerous moves across his face. "Get on your back. On the pedestal."I lie back and the surface is hard under me but I don't care. He's kneeling between my legs, still fully clothed, looking down at me like I'm something he's about to take apart to see how I work."Spread your legs wider," he says. "I want to see everything."I spread them and his eyes go dark. He runs his hands up my inner thighs slowly, watching my face the whole time."You're still wet from touching yourself," he observes. "Still swollen.""Yes.""Good." His thumb brushes over my clit and I j
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