Chapter 139 - Estela POV
Definitely a woman.
She kisses me, her hands restless—moving up and down, from my hip, to my chest, to everywhere in between. It's as if she can't get enough.
And neither can I.
My nerves are on fire.
She tugs open my legs with her knees, and in that moment, I forget who I am. Forget the past, the future, everything but the press of her mouth and the way she consumes all thought.
"For someone who said she doesn't indulge in these desires," she murmurs against my neck, her lips brushing the sensitive skin there, "you seem pretty full of these desires."
Honestly, I don't care.
It's been too long. Too much. I don't know how long we've been kissing, and her hands keep avoiding the one place I need her the most—on purpose, I know.
She's dragging it out.
And I hate it.
And I love it.
Every teasing stroke. Every low hum she makes when I gasp or writhe beneath her. It's a game she's clearly very good at.
