CHAPTER 36

It wasn’t a contest, not by any means. But the way Alvin was handling her, it felt like one. Or perhaps Patricia was reading too much into his actions, misinterpreting his intentions. Maybe Alvin was simply overwhelmed with longing for her after all this time, unable to say the words directly but speaking through soft, flowered phrases. Every kiss, slow and intense, seemed to carry an unspoken message—a craving, a need.

When Alvin’s fingers finally slid into her warmth, exploring her folds with a teasing slowness, Patricia couldn’t help the sound that escaped her lips. A sharp, raw cry. The pleasure that coursed through her body was unlike anything she’d felt before—deep, electric, awakening every inch of her skin. His fingers moved rhythmically, each stroke pushing her closer to the precipice of desire, and she writhed beneath him, her body betraying the careful control she had tried so hard to maintain.

“Fuck!” she whispered, her breath catching in her throat as the sensation overto