Michael's POV
The amber light above Allyson's bed created shadows that danced across her skin, illuminating every curve like she was some forbidden masterpiece waiting to be unveiled.
I peeled back the covers with deliberate slowness, exposing her body piece by piece as if I were revealing something both holy and utterly sinful.
There it was.
The crimson lingerie I had deliberately placed on her dresser, knowing she would discover it, knowing what it would mean if she chose to wear it.
It meant she still craved what I could give her.
It meant she remembered exactly how I could make her body sing.
And Christ, she didn't just wear it - she commanded it.
My gaze consumed every inch of her, stealing the breath from my lungs. The delicate lace embraced her breasts perfectly, transparent enough that I could see her nipples straining against the fabric, already peaked and waiting. Her stomach fluttered with each rapid breath, trembling with anticipation.
