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AUTHOR’S POV
The tension inside the car was unbearable, thick like a smoldering fire that refused to burn out.
Damon gripped the steering wheel with everything he had, his breath coming out in ragged exhales as his body fought against the overwhelming sensation washing over him.
“Sloane,” he groaned, his voice rough, almost desperate. His knuckles turned white as he clenched the wheel tighter, his jaw locked in a mix of frustration and pleasure.
Sloane hummed in response, her touch slow, teasing, knowing exactly how to push him to the edge without letting him fall.
She was taking her time, savoring every second, and it was driving him insane.
His head tilted back against the headrest for a brief moment before he forced himself to focus on the road—on anything other than t
