Page 73 of Misconducts & Temptation

She relaxed a bit at my words, melting into my embrace. I could feel the tension leaving her body as she nestled closer, seeking comfort in my arms. The warmth of her body against mine was intoxicating.

I tilted her chin up gently so our eyes met again. Her gaze was still uncertain but filled with something deeper—trust. It was something I wasn’t used to seeing directed at me, and it made my heart race even more.

"You're safe with me," I whispered.

Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. Instead, she leaned in and kissed me again, this time with more confidence. Her hands roamed over my shoulders, exploring cautiously but eagerly.

The back seat offered little room for maneuvering, but we made do. I guided her gently onto my lap again, feeling the soft curves of her body press against mine. My hands traced patterns along her back, eliciting soft sighs from her that drove me wild.

She pulled back slightly to catch her breath, resting her forehead against mine once more. We stayed like that for a moment, savoring the closeness before diving back into each other’s embrace.

For once in my life, I felt like I had found something worth fighting for—someone who saw past the walls I had built around myself. And I wasn’t about to let go of that feeling anytime soon.

The heat between us intensified, making it hard to think, to breathe. My fingers found the hem of her shirt, and I hesitated for just a moment, searching her eyes for any sign of doubt. She bit her lip, giving a slight nod. Slowly, I lifted her shirt over her head, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin.

Her breath hitched as I unclasped her bra, sliding it off and exposing her breasts. The sight of her bare before me sent a surge of desire through my veins. I leaned in, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. She arched against me, a soft moan escaping her lips as her fingers tangled in my hair.

I moved to the other breast, savoring the feel of her skin against my lips. Her reactions were exhilarating—the way she responded to every touch, every kiss. The sounds she made drove me wild; each gasp and moan felt like a reward, urging me to explore more.

She pressed closer, seeking more contact, more connection. Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling me even closer. The urgency between us grew with every passing second.

I couldn't get enough of her. The taste of her skin, the way she moved against me—it was addictive. I wanted to memorize every curve, every reaction. And the sounds—God, the sounds she made were like music to my ears.

We were lost in each other, forgetting everything else. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the connection we shared and the intense desire that burned between us.

Every touch was electric, every kiss igniting a fire that neither of us wanted to extinguish. We moved together in perfect sync, our bodies speaking a language only we could understand.

The intensity built with each passing second until it felt like we might both combust from the sheer passion between us. But I wouldn't have stopped even if I could; being with Elodie was everything I never knew I needed.

Elodie's fingers tugged at the hem of my shirt, and I instinctively lifted my arms. She pulled it off, her touch lingering on my skin as she explored the planes of my chest. Her hands were soft but deliberate, tracing patterns that made my heart race. It was as if she was mapping me out.

No one had ever touched me like this before. Her touch wasn’t just physical; it was emotional, tender. It felt like she saw me—really saw me—and still wanted to be close. It was a feeling I wasn’t used to, and it made me ache in a way I couldn’t quite describe.

Her fingers brushed over a scar on my side from a particularly brutal game last season. Instead of recoiling, she paused, her thumb tracing the line with something like reverence. It felt intimate, almost sacred.

"How did you get this?" she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.

"Just a game," I managed to say, my voice rough. "Nothing serious."

Her eyes met mine, filled with concern and something deeper—empathy, maybe. It caught me off guard. She didn’t see the scar as just another battle wound; she saw it as part of who I was.

Elodie’s touch moved upward, gliding over my ribs and across my chest. She paused over my heart, feeling its rapid beat under her palm. The sensation was overwhelming. No one had ever made me feel this exposed yet cherished at the same time.

She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss where her hand had just been, right over my heart. The tenderness of the gesture almost undid me. My defenses were crumbling, and for once, I didn’t want to stop them from falling.

Her lips moved to my neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. My hands found her waist again, pulling her closer as if anchoring myself to this moment. Her breath hitched when our bodies pressed together again.

"You’re worth so much more than you think," she murmured against my skin.

Her words hit me harder than any punch or board ever could. They echoed in the quiet of the car, settling deep within me where doubt and insecurity usually resided.

For once in my life, I felt fragile—not in a weak way but in a way that made me realize how much I’d been missing out on genuine connection and care.

Elodie’s hands continued their exploration with a tenderness that bordered on reverence. She didn’t rush; she took her time as if savoring each moment just as much as I was.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself be vulnerable without fear or hesitation because with her… it felt right.

I pushed her back gently, my hands moving to the waistband of her skirt. With a swift motion, I tugged it down along with her underwear, revealing the soft, pale skin of her thighs. Desire flared through me, an uncontrollable wildfire.

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