Abby’s POV “Stay with me,” he murmured against my lips, voice raw and low.The bed dipped beneath us, sheets tangling as the kiss deepened until words dissolved into heat. His hands roamed with an unsteady urgency, tugging my gown upward. For a moment, I almost forgot the man who had staggered only minutes ago, weak and feverish. Now he held me with a quiet strength that sent my pulse racing.His touch grew bolder, tracing fire over my skin. His fingers slid up my thighs and stopped at the wet lace between my legs. He moaned as his fingers brushed it gently, then hesitation vanished. He peeled it away, making my breath catch, yet his lips never once broke from mine, as though he’d been starved for this. His hunger was real, aching, consuming, and to my shame, mine rose to meet it.His lips pressed over mine with fierce intensity. Every touch, every press of his body, made my heartbeat thunder. I rested my hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm beneath my palm, clinging to him a
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