LAYLA’S POVThe windows were already blurred with steam, the city lights outside reduced to soft, bleeding halos. Inside the car it was just us—heat, breath, and the night of starvation finally breaking loose.Michael’s fingers moved with devastating patience, sliding through my wetness like he was memorizing every inch he’d been denied for a decade. I whimpered into his mouth, hips rolling shamelessly against his hand. He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes black with hunger.“Tell me you still want this,” he said, voice gravel and smoke. “Tell me you want me, Lay. After everything.”I couldn’t speak at first. My body answered for me—arching into his touch, thighs trembling around his wrist. But he waited, still, merciless, fingers resting just at my entrance, refusing to give me more until I said it.“I never stopped,” I breathed, the confession tearing out of me like surrender. “God help me, Michael, I never stopped wanting you.”That was all he needed.He kissed me again,
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