Chapter 98 BOTH SIDES OF TEMPTATION PART 3

Chapter 98 BOTH SIDES OF TEMPTATION PART 3
My breath hitched so violently I had to clamp a hand over my mouth. My whole body froze, but my eyes—my eyes refused to close.
He stroked himself slowly, his grip firm, his hand moving in long, steady pulls. The sight made my insides twist, my skin burning with heat that spread from my chest all the way down. I knew I shouldn’t be watching this. I knew it was wrong. But gods help me—I couldn’t look away.
His wet hair clung to his face and neck, strands sticking to his skin, and when he tilted his head back slightly, I could see the sharp line of his throat catch the light. His lips parted, soft and full, and I thought I saw them move—just a small sound escaping, like a gasp or a moan.
My heart pounded harder, and something strange and frightening happened to me. Heat filled me, thick and heavy, curling low in my stomach before sinking even lower. My thighs pressed together on their own, desperate to ease the ache building between them, but it only made the feeling sharper, hotter, needier.
I could feel the wetness gathering, the throbbing pulse of my body demanding something I couldn’t even name. My chest rose and fell fast, too fast, as if I couldn’t catch my breath.
And still… still I kept watching.
Every stroke of his hand sent a rush through me, a shiver that left me weak and trembling. He looked both powerful and undone, his body perfect and dangerous, his face showing something so raw I felt like I was intruding on something I shouldn’t see.
But the more wrong it felt, the more I wanted to stay.
I bit down on my lip, hard enough to taste the faint tang of blood, trying to silence the small sound that almost broke free from my throat. My whole body was awake, alive, burning, craving. Something inside me had been unlocked, and no matter how much I told myself to stop—
I wanted more.
He stroked himself faster, his big hand wrapping around his thick length like it belonged there. Every time his fist moved down, I could see the veins bulging along him, the water making everything shine in the moonlight. His hips gave the smallest jerks, his chest rising hard and heavy, like he was chasing something he couldn’t stop himself from wanting.
My mouth went dry. My whole body felt like it was no longer mine. Heat kept building, curling low in my belly, spreading down between my legs until it ached so much I thought I might cry.
Before I even realized what I was doing, my own hand slipped lower. It brushed over my stomach, hesitating for just a second before sliding beneath the waistband of my skirt. My fingers trembled, my breath caught, and then—
I touched myself.
The instant my fingers brushed my clit, my knees nearly buckled. A sharp gasp flew out of me, too loud, and I had to slap my other hand over my mouth to muffle it. The pleasure was so strong, so sudden, it made my whole body shake. I pressed down again, slower this time, circling softly. My head rolled back against the tree behind me as a low whimper escaped into my palm.
And still, my eyes wouldn’t leave him.
He stood in the water like some dark god, his wings gone but his power still clinging to him like a second skin. His hand pumped up and down his cock, faster now, his chest muscles tightening with every movement. I watched his lips part, his head tip back, his throat working as a sound slipped from him—a deep groan that made my body throb harder.
I rubbed my clit faster, my hips jerking forward like I couldn’t help it. The wetness between my thighs grew slicker, spilling over my fingers. I bit down on my lip, harder this time, trying to silence the needy little noises I couldn’t hold back.
My body screamed for more.
With shaking hands, I slid one finger lower, parting my folds until I found the hot, wet entrance of my channel. I hesitated only a heartbeat before pressing inside. The heat closed around me, tight and pulsing, and I almost cried from the shock of it.
“Oh god,” I whispered against my hand.
I pulled out slowly, then pushed back in, my walls clenching around my finger. My thumb brushed my clit at the same time, and the mix of sensations almost broke me. I bit back another gasp as my hips rocked forward on their own, following the rhythm I was making.
I couldn’t stop staring at him. Every stroke of his hand, every small twitch of his muscles, every sound he let slip fed the fire inside me. His white hair clung to his face and chest, dripping water over the golden markings that glowed faintly across his skin. His abs tightened as his strokes sped up, his cock looking harder and thicker in his grip, and the sight alone made me push my finger deeper inside myself, desperate to match him.
My legs shook violently, my back arching as I added another finger, stretching myself clumsily. The pressure was overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once. My thumb rubbed harder circles over my clit, the wet sounds of my own movements mixing with the splashing of the water around him.
My breaths came in quick, broken pants, my chest heaving so hard I thought I’d pass out. Pleasure burned through me, flooding me in waves that left me trembling, weaker with every second.
And still, I couldn’t stop.
He groaned again, louder this time, his head tipping forward, his golden eyes flickering open for a moment. My stomach flipped violently. Even from this distance, it felt like he could see me. Like he knew. My heart hammered against my ribs in pure panic—
but I didn’t pull away.
If anything, my fingers moved faster.
I wanted to keep up with him. I wanted to feel what he was feeling. I wanted—
God, I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore.
I just knew I needed it.
My fingers moved frantically, my body no longer mine but something wild, something desperate. Every time I pushed inside myself, my walls tightened, pulling at my fingers as if they belonged there. My thumb circled my clit faster, messier, my movements losing control as the pleasure became too much. My hips rocked forward against my own hand, small whimpers slipping through my lips no matter how hard I tried to stay quiet.
Across the stream, he was falling apart too.