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Jean’s chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths as Elias’s hands roamed her body, igniting fires she had long suppressed. His touch was deliberate, every movement calculated to unravel her. She felt his fingers slide under her shirt, brushing against the sensitive skin of her stomach, and she gasped, her body arching involuntarily toward him.

“Elias,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I… I shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t what?” he murmured, his lips grazing the curve of her neck. His breath was warm, sending shivers down her spine. “Shouldn’t feel? Shouldn’t want? Or shouldn’t let yourself be free?”

Jean’s mind was a storm, her thoughts tangled and incoherent. She wanted to push him away, to regain control, but her body betrayed her. His hands were everywhere, his touch electric, and she felt herself surrendering to the sensations coursing through her.

“You’re thinking too much,” he said, his voice low and teasing. His fingers traced the edge of her bra, brushing against the fabric, and she let out a soft moan. “Let go, Jean. Stop fighting it.”

She closed her eyes, her resolve crumbling. His lips found hers again, his kiss deep and demanding, and she felt herself melting into him. Her hands, which had been pressed against his chest in a feeble attempt to resist, now clutched at his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Behind them, Kitty watched with a mix of jealousy and fascination. She wanted to feel his touch again, to be the center of his attention, but she couldn’t look away from the scene unfolding before her. Jean, always so composed, so in control, was unraveling before her eyes, and it was mesmerizing.

Elias broke the kiss, his hand sliding up Jean’s back to unclasp her bra. The garment fell away, and Jean let out a soft gasp as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Her body trembled, her breath coming in shallow gasps, and she felt a warmth spreading through her that she couldn’t ignore.

“See?” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “You don’t have to fight it. Just let yourself feel.”

Jean’s eyes fluttered closed, her body responding to his touch in ways she hadn’t thought possible. Her hands moved to his waist, her fingers fumbling with the hem of his shirt. She needed to feel his skin against hers, to lose herself in the heat of his body.

Elias chuckled, a low, satisfied sound, and helped her pull his shirt over his head. His chest was bare, his skin warm and inviting, and Jean’s hands roamed over him, exploring the contours of his muscles. Her touch was tentative at first, but as his hands continued to work their magic on her body, her confidence grew.

He kissed her again, his hands sliding down her body to grip her hips. He pulled her against him, and she felt the hard length of his desire pressing against her. Her breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation, and she realized she wanted this—wanted him—more than she had ever wanted anything.

“Elias,” she whispered, her voice filled with need. “Please…”

He smiled, his hands moving to the waistband of her pants. “Say it,” he murmured, his voice low and intoxicating. “Tell me what you want.”

Jean’s mind was a haze of desire, her thoughts incoherent, but she knew what he wanted to hear. “I want you,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “I want you to make me feel.”

Elias’s grin was predatory, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He pushed her pants down, his hands sliding up her legs to grip her thighs. Jean’s heart raced, her body trembling with anticipation, and she felt a wave of heat wash over her as his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with approval. His hands moved higher, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties, and Jean let out a soft moan. “Now, let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

Jean’s body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, brushing against her most sensitive place. Her eyes fluttered closed, her mind spiraling with pleasure, and she felt herself.