Allyson's POV
My lungs refused to work properly.
The tremors from my release still rippled through me, leaving my body weak and boneless against the sheets.
Michael's mouth had always been my weakness. But tonight felt different. Raw. Like he'd been holding back for months and finally unleashed everything he'd kept locked away.
Maybe it was the separation that made every touch feel electric. Or maybe he was reminding me that he knew my body better than I knew it myself. Every sensitive spot, every reaction, every sound I made when he pushed me past my limits.
I'd lost all dignity under his tongue. Writhing against his mouth like I had no pride left. Pleading with him in broken whispers.
After swearing I'd never let him break me down again, I'd still welcomed him back into my bed. His mouth had been relentless, leaving me no room to resist.
Now I lay here completely undone. My skin felt raw, hypersensitive to even the slightest brush of air.
