Lily cried out into his mouth, her back arching off the wall as his fingers curled inside her, stroking that spot that made her see stars.
“That’s it,” he growled against her lips, his fingers working her relentlessly. “Take what you need”
She was going to come. Right here, in the hallway, with his fingers buried inside her and his cock grinding against her thigh.
The thought should have horrified her. Instead, it sent her spiraling, her orgasm crashing over her with a force that stole her breath. Her nails raked down his back as she shuddered against him, her pussy clenching around his fingers, soaking them.
David didn’t let up, his fingers driving into her through every aftershock, drawing out her pleasure until she was a trembling, boneless mess.
Only then did he pull back, his fingers glistening with her arousal as he brought them to his lips, his gaze locked on hers as he sucked them clean with a slow, deliberate groan.
“Still think you don’t have anything to say to me?” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction.
Lily could barely think, let alone form words. Her body hummed, her skin oversensitive, her mind fogged with the aftermath of her climax.
She should hate him. She did hate him. But as he pressed his forehead to hers, his breath mingling with hers, she couldn’t find the strength to push him away.
And that terrified her more than anything.
What had she just done?
For a moment, she couldn’t even move. Everything felt like a blur, like her mind had stopped working. Then slowly, reality sank in, and the shame burned through her chest.
What was wrong with her? How could she let this happen again? How could she lose control, again to the same man who had broken her heart so many times?
She felt angry, humiliated, disgusted not just at him, but at herself too. The second round of the competition was about to start in a few minutes, and here she was, trapped in a hallway, letting David touch her, kiss her like she belonged to him.
She clenched her fists, furious at her own weakness.
“David, have you lost your mind?” she snapped, pushing at his chest, but he didn’t move an inch. “Let me go!”
He stared at her, eyes dark, voice low. “Why didn’t you tell me you were Aurora?”
Lily let out a bitter laugh. “So that’s what this is about? You’re angry because I didn’t tell you who I was? Or is it because now I’m standing on my own, without your help, and that’s hurting your pride?”
David’s jaw tightened, his face shadowed. “Lily, that’s not what I meant. I just...”
Lily froze. Her body was stiff in his arms, her mind racing.
What was happening? This wasn’t the David she knew.
The man who once ignored her feelings, who made her feel small and unworthy now he was saying he was proud of her? That he was happy for her?
Her throat went dry.
She didn’t even know what to feel. Anger? Confusion? Or the tiny, dangerous flicker of emotion she had tried so hard to bury?
She pushed against his chest weakly, her voice trembling. “David… what are you doing?”
He didn’t answer right away. He just stood there, holding her like he didn’t want to let go.
Finally, he said softly, “Maybe I just missed you too much.”
Her heart twisted painfully, and she wanted to scream at him to ask why he was doing this now, after everything. But no words came out.

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