As I leaned closer to Elyas, my voice was a venomous whisper, dripping with dark amusement. "Look at her, Elyas. Really look at her. See how her body trembles, how her eyes sparkle with satisfaction?" I taunted, my fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on Julie's sensitive skin. "That's not the look of a woman who regrets her choices. That's the look of a woman who has found what she truly desires."
Julie turned her head slightly, her gaze meeting Elyas's tear-filled eyes. Her voice was soft, but filled with a twisted sense of triumph. "Elyas, I... I never meant for this to happen, but... but it feels so right," she admitted, her body shuddering with the memory of the pleasure she had just experienced. "He makes me feel alive in ways I never thought possible. I'm sorry, but I can't deny it anymore. Hmm, I need this, Elyas. I need him."
