Elena’s POV~I stopped breathing. My hand was still buried inside me, slick and aching, trapped between my legs and his iron grip. I couldn't pull it out. I didn't want to.He pulled slowly. Agonizingly slowly..My juices made a wet, sucking noise as he dragged my fingers out of my pussy.He held my hand up in the air between us.My fingers were glistening. Shiny. Coated in my own arousal. They were trembling violently.And then… he brought my hand to his face.My heart stopped.He didn’t lick them. Not yet. He just inhaled. He closed his eyes and breathed me in, his nostrils flaring. He smelled me. He smelled the musk, the sweet, dirty scent of my need.My goodness, my knees fell open wider without me telling them to. He’s smelling me. He’s smelling how wet I am for him.My eyes drifted down his body. I couldn’t help it.He was standing right there. The white shirt was unbuttoned now, just two buttons left, showing the deep, dark hollow of his throat. A bead of sweat rolled down his
Last Updated : 2026-06-12
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