Chapter 1214:
“Babe, my thing… it yearned for your touch.”
Elena did not withdraw her hand. Her fingers wrapped around his groin with quiet purpose.
Assuming she had given in, Wesley’s face came alive with anticipation. “You have all the power right now. Oh, I am dying for it…”
A moment passed. His features tensed, and his breath caught in his throat.
Under the blanket, Elena’s hold on his cock was unyielding.
Wesley coaxed her gently. “Elena, you have no idea how much I’ve longed for your caress. We haven’t seen each other in forever. Don’t you ever miss my touch?”
Elena remained calm, in stark contrast to him, whose desire had clearly taken over. She shook her head. “No, I don’t miss it at all,” she said, her tone as cold as ever.
Her grip tightened, her eyes fixed on him. “And I don’t miss you, either,” she added, challenging him.
That pressure drew a reaction. The veins along Wesley’s forehead pulsed, and for a moment, it was as if he were completely under her control, every nerve attuned to her touch. A low, ragged breath escaped him, his teeth pressing into his lower lip as he struggled to hold back a moan.
For a second, Elena wondered if he was in pain. The moment she eased her hand, however, something warm and rigid brushed against the back of her palm. Tension crackled in the air. What was happening?
Glancing down, Elena’s disbelief grew. Instead of softening, he had only become more aroused. The sudden change caught her completely by surprise.
Desire overwhelmed Wesley, leaving him unable to restrain himself any longer. Reaching down, he positioned her hand exactly where he wanted it, a look of pure pleasure lighting up his face.
For a split second, Elena thought about pulling her hand away. Yet, catching sight of his pleasure, she found herself unable to resist and stayed.
Wesley’s bold eyes, high bridge, and sharp angles gave him the look of a man meant to stand apart, marked by quiet dignity and distance. And yet in that moment, the man everyone respected and feared was completely undone, trembling beneath her fingertips.
𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨.𝙘𝙤𝙢
The realization filled her with quiet triumph. Taking the lead, she began to explore on her own, tracing the outline of his body through his suit pants.
Like someone discovering something new, Elena experimented, her touch playful. When her fingers brushed against the pair of testes hidden beneath the fabric, Wesley’s reaction was instant and raw.
Elena paused for a moment, then resumed her exploration of that area. This time, a deep groan rumbled from Wesley, his head falling back in surrender.
The spot had become her secret weapon. Whenever she skipped over it, Wesley responded by thrusting his hips, craving more.
Her teasing grew more deliberate, her fingers moving purposefully over his trousers, and in less than half an hour, the fabric was damp.
Tension gripped his entire body. His muscles locked, veins stood out on his neck, and his eyes glazed as he neared the edge. Her suspicion was confirmed when a warm dampness spread across her palm.
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