[Estela's POV]
[Rage]
"Argh!"
"What's wrong?"
Zhander stopped and pulled me closer to him.
I grabbed the opportunity and embraced his neck, pressing my breasts against his chest as I pretended to be hurt.
"Zhander . . . my legs cramped."
"What?"
Zhander carried me like a bride towards the shore while my hands roamed all over his body, sneakily as possible to avoid him detecting my perverted deeds.
He then gently laid me on the sand, and I groaned when he escaped my fingers as he kneeled in front of my legs. And when he massaged my legs, sweet, torturous shock waves ran to every nerve of my body.
"Little Stela, does it still hurt?"
I stopped my mouth with the back of my palm when a giggle threatened to escape.
"Y-yes . . . Zhander . . . above . . . my knee . . ."
"Here?"
Zhander heeded my command and placed his warm palm on my knees while squeezing my flesh.
Ughh . . . that feels good . . .
