At Selena's breasts now in the open, with all their glory unleashed, Noel's hand kneaded one firmly. While the other one traced downward, fingers gliding across her stomach, edging lower, brushing dangerously close.
That was when Selena broke the kiss, breath quick and hot against his mouth. "You're… being too slow," she whispered, her voice tinged with need.
She proved her words in action — power flared, and with a sharp tear his clothes vanished, leaving him completely bare before her.
Noel blinked at her sudden assertiveness, catching how she'd deliberately left her panties on, a clear taunt. His pride stung at the provocation, fire burning in his chest. He wasn't about to back down.
For a moment, the memory of the simulation flickered in his mind… that possible dark future. The thought only hardened his resolve. Never.
