Chapter 133

Drakken was fast losing his hold on reality as Eleanor’s hand stroked him forth and back, using his precum as a lubricant to work him up.

Eleanor didn't know what initially possessed her. All she knew was that she wanted his hands on her, or hers on his. Whichever way worked for her. Drakken had been slightly withdrawing from her. She could sense it. Maybe it was the mate bond.

She had to remind him of the sparks they shared, how good he delighted in her hand on him.

Eleanor continued to stroke where he was the most sensitive. Her breaths came out in light pants and his scent only made her more drunk on him at the atmosphere.

"Eleanor..." he let out a light breath of air. He was fast approaching his limit of what he could take, so her name on his lips was more like a slight warning.

Eleanor heard it clear as day but was already far too gone to care. His skin felt so smooth, so hard, yet soft and when she got to his tip, the bit of wetness make her stroke him easier. Eleanor was mesme