The pressure of his finger on her c**t was relentless. Elias's touch had shifted from the slow, teasing circles of before to a firm, focused rhythm that was driving her toward the edge with a speed and intensity that left no room for hesitation, no room for retreat, no room for the careful, measured control she had been forcing her body to maintain. His fingertip pressed hard against the swollen bud, rubbing in a steady, unyielding back-and-forth motion that sent continuous, sharp, electric jolts of pleasure shooting through her pelvis, each stroke building on the last, each wave climbing higher than the one before, each second bringing her closer to the inevitable, unstoppable conclusion.
His other hand was not idle. His palm squeezed her breast with a firm, possessive grip, his fingers
