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"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

My lips found her nipple, taking it into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the hardened peak before sucking gently. Her response was immediate—a small moan that escaped her lips, sending a thrill through me. The sound was intoxicating, making my cock grow even harder.

I released her nipple only to move to the other breast, giving it the same attention. My hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve and dip of her skin. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as if she couldn’t get enough.

Elodie’s breathy moans filled the space between us, each one stoking the fire inside me. My hand slid down her waist to rest on her hip, pulling her even closer. The heat of her body against mine was almost unbearable; I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in her completely.

But I held back, savoring each moment of this connection—each sound she made and each tremble that coursed through her. This was more than just physical; it was something deeper, something I hadn’t expected to find with anyone.

I didn't understand it. Sex was never important, not really.

But with her…

Fuck, I wanted her to feel good.

And I didn’t want it to end.

Chapter 17

Elodie

Keaton led me to the bed, his grip firm but not forceful. I found myself surprised by how gentle he was being. For someone who usually radiated intensity and control, his touch now felt almost tender. He guided me down onto the bed; the mattress giving way under my weight.

He kissed me again, his lips soft and warm against mine. As he moved over me, his body covered mine completely, creating a cocoon of heat and pressure that was strangely comforting. I could feel the hardness of his body pressing into my hipbone, so different from the gentleness of his actions. My heart pounded in my chest, nerves battling with the unexpected pleasure coursing through me.

His hands roamed my body, exploring with a mix of curiosity and restraint. Every touch sent shivers up my spine, making it hard to think straight. Despite my nervousness, I couldn't deny how good he was making me feel. Each kiss, each caress seemed designed to draw out a response from me I didn't know I was capable of.

I knew I had to be brave. This was a new experience for me—one that I hadn't anticipated but found myself wanting to embrace fully.

He slowly edged himself down, his breath warm against my skin as he moved lower. I felt a rush of anticipation as his head came close to my pelvis. He paused, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sent a shiver through my entire body.

"Let me see you," he murmured, his voice rough and laden with desire. "Fuck…"

My head snapped up, embarrassment flooding me when I realized where he was staring. His eyes were locked on my mound, and I could see the hunger and awe in them. The unexpected thrill that shot through me was almost dizzying. No one had ever looked at me like that before.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark and serious. "Tell me now, and you better be fucking honest," he growled. "Has anyone touched you before?"

I blinked, confusion mingling with the heat in my cheeks. "Why would you?—"

He cut me off, his tone demanding and leaving no room for hesitation. "Tell me."

I shook my head, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me. His expression softened for a split second before it turned resolute again.

"I'm going to make you feel good, babes," he said, his voice softer but still firm. "You trust me?"

I wasn't sure if I trusted him—or myself in this situation—but I said nothing, letting the silence speak for itself. Keaton didn't wait for an answer; he lowered his head further, his breath teasing my sensitive skin.

The room seemed to shrink around us, every sensation amplified as he touched me in ways I had never imagined. His movements were confident yet careful, and despite my initial trepidation, I found myself responding to his touch with a growing sense of desire.

For a moment, all the worries and doubts that usually plagued my mind melted away. In their place was an unexpected sense of connection and vulnerability that made this moment feel both terrifying and exhilarating.

Keaton's eyes met mine again briefly before he continued, the look in them promising that this was just the beginning of something I couldn't yet fully comprehend.

His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me as his finger pressed against my clit. I gasped, my body reacting instinctively to the sudden sensation.

“So fucking responsive,” he murmured, his voice filled hunger.

He moved his finger lower, sliding it slowly inside me. The feeling was overwhelming, a strange sense of fullness that left me breathless.

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