My whole body burned, begging for something more, but Ethan stayed perfectly still, as if sleep had claimed him again.Then, just when I was about to break and reach for him myself—his fingers moved slowly. Testing a gentle rub over the thin lace, right against where I craved for him most. My lips parted in a sharp inhale, and I bit down hard on the pillow to muffle the sound.He knew I was awake. He had to. No one was touched like that by accident.The pressure grew firmer, his fingertips tracing slow circles before slipping beneath the lace. I was soaked, embarrassingly wet, and his groan against the back of my neck confirmed it.“Fuck,” he whispered so low I barely caught it.His fingers parted me, exploring and sliding through my slick folds before curling inside me with steady, deliberate precision. I gasped, clutching the sheets, every nerve of mine alive with the forbidden intimacy of it.“Ethan…” It came out as a whimper, zero protest, and half a plea.“Shh.” He moved closer,
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