Adrian's POV
Elena grinds against me, her pace hastening with every fast breath she takes.
I look down between us and see the patch of wetness that has stained my pants. Her wetness.
"Fuck," I throw my head back, groaning loudly.
But my head snaps back down immediately once I feel her hand slide down my chest.
She palms my dick through my pants and strokes it.
"Ohh…shit. Elena, Elena, no." I breathe out harshly, shuddering violently.
"You can't do that." I grip her wrist. When she winces, I realize I'm pressing on her cuts. I quickly remove my hand.
Her hand goes back again, but before she can grab me, I grab hold of both her arms this time, holding them together at her back.
Her breasts bob up and down, jutting forward as she tries to break free.
"You can't," I bite out through a gritted jaw.
"I want to," she whispers softly, creasing her brows together.
"You don't know what you want."
"If you won't let me use my hands, then put it inside me."
