Chapter 3

The car suddenly jolted violently.

The steep road began.

Edward gripped the steering wheel tightly.

His voice was calm yet tinged with tension. "This stretch of road ahead is rough. Hold on tight."

I clutched the blanket.

The next second, I felt the body beneath me stir.

Oh my--

Ryan had woken up.

He lifted his head slightly.

His breath still carried the lazy heaviness of waking up, but his eyes were already clear.

He glanced at me, his gaze lingering for half a second on my slightly flushed cheeks before dropping away.

I wanted to move away.

But the steep road caused the car to bounce constantly.

Each time I tried to adjust my position, I could feel it more clearly—down there, he was already hard.

It was unmistakably hard.

Through his jeans, that scorching, sharply defined bulge pressed against me.

My breathing went haywire.

I didn't dare look down, yet I couldn't ignore that presence.

At some point, Ryan's hand had settled on my waist, holding me in place without being too firm.

"Don't move," he said in a voice only the two of us could hear.

It was low and hoarse, with a hint of restraint.

The car continued on.

The steep road made the jolts frequent and intense.

With every bump, my body rubbed uncontrollably against his hardness.

My panties were already completely soaked, clinging to my skin, and every movement brought a subtle yet distinct sensation.

That thing grew harder and hotter, as if responding to my wetness.

Ryan's breathing had also become ragged.

His body temperature was abnormally high, radiating through his clothes.

It was so hot that it almost made me shiver.

I could feel a faint vibration in his chest.

It wasn't ordinary breathing but some kind of forcibly suppressed, beast-like growl.

A golden gleam flashed in the depths of his eyes.

My heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.

I knew I must have looked like a mess—my cheeks were flushed, my breathing was ragged, and my body was going limp against my will.

Ryan clearly sensed it, too.

His hand slowly slid down from my waist and rested gently on my thigh through my skirt.

"You're wet," he said in a breathy voice.

His tone was devoid of teasing and contained only a calmness bordering on confirmation.

I wanted to protest, but no sound came out.

The car jolted violently once more.

This time, Ryan's hand didn't stop on the outside.

He lifted a corner of the blanket.

The sound of the zipper being pulled open stood out sharply against the roar of the engine.

A scorching-hot, fully erect shaft sprang out and pressed directly against my soaked panties.

My pupils suddenly contracted.

It was too big, too hot.

The tip pressed against the thin fabric, stroking my most sensitive spot through the damp material.

I could feel it throbbing and my body contracting as if inviting it inside.

Raine cupped my waist and pressed me down.

The fabric stretched, and the tip pushed its way in a little—scorching hot, hard, and pulsing with a beast-like rhythm.

It stretched me open bit by bit.

Just then, Edward in the front seat suddenly turned his head.

"What's going on?"