THIRTY-FIVE

ELISE’S POV

I had just finished having lunch, and I casually strolled to the bedroom, trying to shake off the feeling of emptiness that lingered. It was becoming a habit for Miguel to skip not just dinner with me but lunch, too. For the last two days, he had chosen to sleep in another room, and I felt a growing sense of devastation creeping in.

As I stepped into the room, I locked the door behind me and walked to the bed, feeling a wave of loneliness settling in like an unwanted guest.

Listening to my body, my little button down there was restless, craving to get satisfied. I swept my dress off my body, laying bare on the bed, as I slightly arched my back, spreading my legs wide apart.

Dipping a finger in my mouth, I snaked it down my belly, until it rested on my cl*t. I start rubbing my cl*t gently, taking in all the pleasure little by little, and a shaky breath stuttered across my lips. My body felt hot as I cupped my b**b with my other hand, catching my nipple between my index and