I didn't know how much time had slipped away. All I knew was the stinging heat in my neck. I was certain it would be marked by the way she kept at it — tugging, biting, pulling me back whenever I instinctively tried to shrink away.
Her hand crushed one of my breasts through my shirt. There was no tenderness in it, only a forced, rhythmic pressure as she tried to burst it open.
Then, without warning, she let go, her hand diving lower, hooking into the waistband of my pants.
I had only just caught my breath, but the sudden intrusion made me flinch violently. I reached out, my fingers digging into Elara's shoulder, a silent plea for her to slow down.
She paused, lifting her head to look at me, but there was no comfort in her gaze. In one swift, brutal motion, she stripped my pants and underwear away.
I would have screamed, but the sound died in my throat. I covered my face with my hands, peering through the narrow gaps of my fingers, terrified and exposed.
