For some strange, almost unsettling reason, it seemed she was enjoying the whole thing far more than he was.It wasn’t just enjoyment.It was immersion.The way Matilda gave herself into the moment—completely, recklessly, without restraint—was almost frightening. There was no hesitation in her movements, no second-guessing in her eyes. Every touch, every breath, every shift of her body carried intention… hunger… control.Jonathan, on the other hand, felt something entirely different.At first, it had been desire—raw, unexpected, overpowering.Then it became confusion.And now…Now it was something else entirely.Something darker.Something heavier.Guilt.It hit him all at once.Not slowly. Not gently.But like a sudden alarm ringing in his chest.He pulled back abruptly.So suddenly that it felt like an emergency—like a man who had just realized he was standing too close to a burning building.Like something invisible had just screamed at him to stop.Matilda froze.For a brief secon
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