Elara’s POV
Kael started fiddling with the zipper again, but this time his movements were much slower, distracted. His other hand slid from my side to my lower belly, flattening there, then slowly moved down, pressing against my pubic bone through the silk fabric.
My breath hitched.
"I filled you up here last night," he whispered in my ear, his voice thick with desire. "Are you still wet, Elara?"
I couldn't answer. My brain had stopped working, all my attention focused on the spot where his palm pressed. I was still wet; I hadn't been dry since he entered me this morning. The silk was so thin he must have felt it.
"Elara?" he asked again, fingers gently kneading through the dress while he rocked his hips, rubbing his c**k against my ass.
"Yes..." I panted. "Still wet."
He let out a
