At the same time, his palm pressed fully against her soaked, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm, with each stroke dragging a shiver through her body. Her hips jerked with every motion, thighs trembling as she tried not to cry out too loudly.
"You're dripping through it now," he teased against her lips, letting her feel the heat of his breath with every word.
Her answer was a soft, broken sound, half moan, half laugh... as if confessing to him and savoring every second of it.
And then, as if her body couldn't wait any longer, Selene jerked her hips, grinding down against his hand.
The motion pressed his fingers deeper into the soaked fabric, enough that his fingertips dipped right where her heat pulsed the most.
Her moan came out unrestrained this time, sweet and broken, her body arching into him like begging for more.
Eran's smirk deepened at the sound, his breath brushing her ear. "That's it… you're doing that yourself now."
