CHAPTER 16: MRS KELLAN *

The moment Elena’s hazel eyes locked onto Devon as he approached her bedside, a jolt of raw, undeniable attraction surged through her. His chiseled features, the sharp line of his jaw, and the piercing intensity in his gaze made her breath catch, her starved body awakening with a hunger she hadn’t felt in years.

Her marriage to Robert had been a sexual desert, there were years of emptiness and that feeling had always left her aching, yearning for something primal.

Devon’s crisp white shirt hugged his broad shoulders, his presence commanding the room, but it was the lustful glint in his eyes earlier, when his gaze had lingered on her body, absorbing in the way the thin gown clung to her breasts and thighs that set her pulse racing.

Robert had missed it from being too consumed by his own anger, but Elena hadn’t. That look had ignited a fire in herwhole body, her pussy already tingling with need before he’d even touched her.

He’s so hot. She thought to herself.

"Mrs Kellan," Devon said, his voice smooth and authoritative, "I’m Dr Devon. I need to examine you to address the pelvic pain. Can you describe it?"

Elena’s hazel eyes locked onto his, her gaze was sharp and smoldering, her lips parting as she shifted against the pillows, the thin gown clinging to her curves. "It’s sharp," she murmured in a low voice.

"Deep inside, like it’s pulsing. And it gets even worse when I move."

Devon nodded, his expression clinical but his gaze lingering. "I’ll need to perform a physical exam." He turned to Robert, his tone firm. "Mr Kellan, step outside. This requires privacy."

Robert’s jaw tightened, his arms crossing like a barricade. "No way," he growled, his voice rough but quieter, cowed by Devon’s earlier dominance. "She’s my wife. I’m staying."

Devon’s eyes narrowed, a flash of irritation crossing his face, but he relented with a curt nod. "Fine. Stay by the door and I need you to keep quiet." He pulled the pale blue curtain around the bed, the metal rings scraping along the track.

The fabric formed a flimsy barrier, hiding Elena’s lower body from Robert’s view. From his position, he could see only her face flushed, lips trembling, eyes darting with a mix of discomfort and pain.

Devon positioned himself at the foot of the bed, his hands steady as he lifted the sheet, the gown sliding up to expose the smooth, creamy expanse of Elena’s thighs. "Relax, Mrs Kellan," he said, his voice low, dripping with intent as he parted her knees wide.

The curtain shielded them, but Elena’s sharp gasp echoed, her eyes burning into his as her thighs trembled under his touch, her pussy already glistening with arousal in the room.

Robert shifted, his voice cutting through. "You okay, Elena?"

"F-fine," she stammered, her voice tight, her fingers clutching the sheet, glossy nails digging in as her gaze stayed locked on Robert flashing him a rough smile.

Her breath hitched, her hips shifting slightly, but she didn’t resist letting Devon spread her thighs.

Devon’s hands moved with a facade of clinical purpose, starting from her lower abdomen, his fingers tracing the curve of her pelvis with a slow but teasing pressure. "Pain here?" he asked, his voice steady, but his thumb grazed the sensitive skin at the apex of her thighs, brushing her swollen clit with a deliberate flick that made her hips buck.

As Devon’s hand came in contact with her, it didn’t take much of an effort before she got wet.

"A little," Elena whispered, her voice breaking as his thumb circled her clit again, harder, slower, drawing a soft moan she barely stifled. Her thighs parted wider, the gown bunching up to fully expose her shaved pussy, pink and swollen, her juices trailing down her inner thighs.

Robert’s voice sharpened. "What’s that sound? What’s he doing to you?"

"I’m locating the pain," Devon said smoothly, his thumb pressing harder, rolling her clit in tight, relentless circles that made Elena’s breath catch in ragged gasps.

"It’s a sensitive area so this reaction is normal." His fingers slid lower, teasing her dripping entrance, the slick heat coating his fingertips as he pushed two fingers inside, slow and deep, curling to stroke the tight, pulsing walls of her cunt.

The obscene squelch she made filled the space behind the curtain as he pumped them in and out, stretching her, her pussy clenching greedily around him.

Elena’s eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting as a low, filthy moan escaped. "There," she gasped, her voice thick with lust, her hips rocking subtly to meet his thrusts. "Right... there."

Robert’s eyes narrowed, his voice filled with suspicion. "Elena, what the fuck’s going on?"

"It’s... the exam," she managed, her voice trembling as Devon’s fingers thrust deeper, scissoring inside her, stretching her tight hole wider while his thumb ground against her clit. The sounds grew louder, her arousal soaking his hand, dripping onto the bed.

But Devon wasn’t done, he leaned down, his breath hot against her inner thigh, and pressed his mouth to her pussy, his tongue flicking out to lap at her swollen clit, tasting her salty sweetness as he sucked it between his lips.

Elena’s body jerked, a choked moan ripping from her throat as his tongue worked her relentlessly, circling and sucking her clit while his fingers fucked her harder, curling to hit her G-spot with every plunge. His mouth devoured her, lips sealing around her pussy, tongue delving into her alongside his fingers, the sloppy, wet slurping sounds mixing with her gasps. Her thighs clamped around his head, her hips grinding against his face, coating his chin with her juices as she trembled on the edge.

Robert took a step forward, his hand twitching toward the curtain. "This ain’t right," he snarled, his voice shaking with rage and doubt. "What the hell are you doing back there?"

Devon’s head snapped up briefly, his lips glistening with her arousal, his voice a cold, commanding whip. "Mr Kellan, I told you to stay put," he barked, his fingers never stopping, thrusting deep into Elena’s dripping pussy, his thumb replacing his tongue on her clit, rubbing it very raw.

"This is a medical procedure. You’re making it worse." The authority in his tone froze Robert, his hand dropping, but his eyes burned with fury as he stared at Elena’s flushed face, her lips parted, her breaths coming in short, desperate pants, a sheen of sweat on her forehead.