Zane's POV Her eyes opened, wide and trembling, completely torn between the overwhelming heat consuming us and the heavy hesitation holding her back. The air between us was thick with unsaid words, but the sheer gravity of being this close after three long years was deafening. Hindi ko na hinayaang lamunin pa siya ng anumang pag-aalinlangan. Hinalikan ko siya muli—isang malalim, marahas, at mapusok na halik na tuluyang bumasag sa natitirang wisyo naming dalawa. My tongue slid inside her mouth, tasting her completely, while my hand drifted downward, refusing to hesitate anymore. I slid my hand beneath the lace of her underwear, my fingers directly touching her wet, burning core. Feeling how completely ready she was for me shattered whatever control I had left. The raw reality of her response sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight to my veins. "Zane... please, don't torture me like this," she pleaded, her voice completely wrecked as her hips subconsciously twitched against my hand.
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