Michelle threw her head back, her knuckles white where she gripped the headrest. The rhythm was different than the night before, less about healing and more about a frantic, primal claim.
Every thrust was a question, and every gasp was an answer they weren't ready to give in words.
Jeremiah watched her face, his eyes dark with an intensity that bordered on pain. He reached up, his thumb tracing her lower lip as she cried out his name, a soft, broken sound that echoed in the small cabin of the car.
The car filled with tension so thick it almost pulsed. His fingers threaded through her hair as he pulled her toward him, their mouths meeting in a kiss that was deep, hungry, and desperate, mimicking his unrelenting thrust inside her weeping core.
His control slipped with every gasp she gav
