Chapter 83

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POV Ella
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Catherine moves closer, and for a heartbeat, I think she might kiss me again, but she surprises me, reaching up to grip my neck. Her hand is firm yet controlled, a steady pressure that makes my breath catch and sends a shiver down my spine. The intensity of her touch, the way she holds me, makes me feel as if I'm utterly hers in this moment. Her eyes are locked on mine, dark and intense, and I can feel the power in the space between us, charged and thrilling.

Then, finally, she closes the distance, her lips crashing against mine in a fierce, hungry kiss. There's nothing gentle about it—she kisses me hard, pouring every unspoken feeling into it, and I can't help but moan against her lips. Her hand tightens slightly on my neck, amplifying the sensation, making the moment feel even more raw and consuming.

Just as quickly, she pulls away, her hand slipping from my neck, leaving me breathless and reeling from the absence of her touch. I barely have time to register the longing in me before she steps back, her voice steady but filled with authority as she commands, "Stand up."

I nod, immediately following her instruction, rising to my feet. My heart races with anticipation, and I feel a sense of vulnerability mixed with eagerness as I wait for what she'll do next. Catherine steps forward, her gaze never leaving mine as she slides her hands down my sides, her touch both gentle and deliberate. Then, in one swift motion, she slips my last piece of clothing—the thin fabric of my panties—down my legs, her movements rough but confident. She waits for me to step out of them, her eyes filled with that same unspoken intensity that leaves me feeling completely bare before her.

The vulnerability, the awareness of her eyes on me, is overwhelming, but before I can dwell on it, she takes control again. She turns me around and guides me to the nearest wall, her hands warm and grounding as she presses me gently but firmly against it. I can feel the heat of her body close behind me, her breath warm against my neck as her hands slide over my shoulders and down my arms, exploring me in a way that makes every nerve tingle.

Her hands come to rest on my waist, steady and assured, before they slide up to my chest, her fingers brushing over my skin before finding their way to my breasts. I can't help the small sound that escapes my lips as her hands move, exploring with a confident touch, her fingers teasing and sending waves of sensation through me. The coolness of the wall against my front, combined with the warmth of her body behind me, creates a contrast that heightens every sensation.

Catherine shifts, pressing her thigh between my legs, giving just enough pressure to ignite a spark that leaves me wanting more. "Fuck, Ella. You're so wet already," Catherine whispers as her mouth moves to my neck, her lips tracing a slow path before she begins to kiss, the intensity building with each touch. She finds the spot just beneath my jaw, and I gasp as she starts to suck gently, the sensation both grounding and thrilling.

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