The highway stretched in a blur—dark, endless, quiet.
Inside the sleek black car, silence reigned.
Except for her.
Seleyena sat beside him, shoulders tense, head bowed.
Eyes low. Lips parted. Breath shaky.
Her chest rose and fell in shallow pulls, her thighs pressed together—tight, desperate to contain the ache.
Cruxius sat relaxed, arm around her back like a lover's touch…
But his hand wasn't tender.
It was claiming.
Fingers molded her breast through the blouse—slow, deep squeezes that made the fabric rise with each grope. His thumb circled her nipple again and again until it pushed hard against the cloth, aching.
"Mmh—"
A sound slipped out—half gasp, half moan.
She bit her lip hard to swallow it.
Her hips twitched, breath stuttering as his palm flattened, then dragged, massaging the heat from her skin.
"Shhh," he whispered beside her, not even looking—
His attention fixed on his phone.
Cool, calm devil.
