Chapter 117 Recounting The Dream (4)**

Virelle's POVThe sound of our breathing filled the room and it mingled with the soft rustle of fabric as I grinded against his lap.

Every brush of his shaft against the skin of my inner thigh and ass sent jolts of electricity through me, and I shuddered as my body craved for more.

Slowly, I could feel myself getting addicted to this heavenly feeling.

"Hnngh...Ah...!!"

A moan escaped my lips as his hardness pressed against my panties whose fabric had turned damp and clung to my pussy.

The sensation was maddening and was like a tantalizing promise of what it could be. The point of contact between them led to a slit-like depression that was outlined in my panties.

I couldn't see it with my own eyes but the feeling was crystal clear to my soul at this moment.

I opened my eyes for a moment only to find his hand on my neck.

He removed his head from between my breasts and kissed my lips with such ferocity and possessiveness that left me breathless.

My swollen lips which had not known any type of respite since last night responded with just as passion as his as my hands continued to pleasure his hard member and my body clung to him like a monkey.

My naked breasts were flattened as they were crushed against his hard chest and the friction between my nipples and his hard chest sent sparks through me.

I was lost in his kiss when I suddenly felt his free hand move under my waist and grip the waistband of my panties.

I knew what he intended to do and for a moment, panic flared inside my heart. I broke the kiss and my hands stilled as I leaned close to his ear.

"Brother Ethan," I whispered in a trembling voice, "I understand your need, but now is not the time for it."

Hearing my words he paused for a moment and looked at me silently as though he understood my worries.

I smiled as I knew that my Ethan was not like those bastards who forced themselves on women but his next words stunned me.

He held my hand and touched it close to his heart.

"Okay, Virelle. I will listen to you but I need to do something different. You see, this fire that you have lit inside my heart… I can't let it burn unchecked."

Saying his piece he held my waist and threw me on the expanse of bed before him.

I was shocked and for a moment, I could only see my breasts bounce wildly in front of me due to the sudden motion and nothing supporting them like usual.

I was ashamed at the display and before I could recover his next action stunned me even more.

He seized my ankles and spread them apart in a single action that left me completely exposed in a vulgar manner.

My nightwear had been reduced to a thin black line as it clung desperately to my waist and formed the last barrier between me and total exposure.

My red panties were fully visible to him and the intensity of his gaze made my mind reel with shame.

I couldn't bear to meet his eyes so I buried my face in my hands and peeked secretly through the gaps between my fingers.

What I saw next stole my breath.

Ethan gripped the hem of his white tunic and pulled it over his head in one fluid motion. His hard chest and sculpted abs were laid bare to my eyes and I found myself unable to look away.

My deep trance was suddenly broken when he reached for my hands. He held them and guided them to his chest.

I felt his hot and sweaty skin and I felt his frantic heartbeat beneath my trembling fingers.

As I traced the contours of his muscles, my breathing grew erratic and my heart pounded in a rhythm that matched the heat pooling low in my belly.

He knelt above me with a stoic expression on his face but the fire in his eyes betrayed the hunger simmering beneath the surface.

His dominating actions didn't bring the discomfort I had expected but a surge of pressure and expectation started building inside me.

With deliberate slowness in his movements, he unbuckled his belt during which his gaze never left mine. The sound of leather sliding free sent a shiver down my spine.

His pants loosened and finally, his slightly visible cock sprang fully free and it stood proud and unyielding as if it was defying gravity itself.

My hands moved of their own accord and slid from his abs to wrap around his length.

He allowed it and his breath hitched as I stroked him. At the start my touch was tentative but it grew bolder with each passing second.

He pressed his hands on my thighs and moved his body forward and soon towered over me.

Then he pressed his hands against my thighs and spread them wider as he leaned over me. My knees were pushed back to the side of my head as my body was now fully open and vulnerable beneath him.

From this angle, I could see everything that he was doing. The way his cock brushed against the damp fabric of my panties and the way my body trembled in anticipation in response.

When the tip of his length made contact with my soaked red lace, an unbidden and raw moan tore from my throat.

"Ah!... Aahhng!!"

He started rocking his hips back and forth as he rubbed his hard cock on my pussy through the thin barrier of my wet panties.

Feeling his frantic rubbing, the fiery itch inside me increased in intensity and the already damp fabric of my panties became even slicker and finally, it was fully drenched in seconds.

The sticky wetness between our point of contact coated his cock as it started glistening in the dim light that phased through the dark curtains.