Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 93

How embarrassing!

Lyman's gaze suddenly grew intense, his eyes burning as he gripped her hand tightly. His voice was low and rough. "Effie, are you sure?"

Effie nodded, nervous but certain. She didn't want to run away anymore.

Lyman didn't say another word. He simply pulled her gently into his arms and kissed her.

His warm breath brushed against her neck, sending a shiver of tingling electricity through her.

His kiss was both gentle and hungry, laced with a longing that had been held back for too long.

Effie's heart pounded, her hands instinctively finding his shoulders as she melted into his embrace.

Their breaths mingled, the air between them thick with anticipation.

Lyman's hand traced the curve of her back, his fingertips radiating heat through the thin fabric of her shirt, making her shiver uncontrollably.

Her mind went blissfully blank. All she could feel was this man and the storm of emotions he brought with him.

pressed to hers, his breath uneven. "You're really sure you

up and met his gaze—those

and shook her head. "I won't... We're married.

lips. He kissed her again, harder this time, as if he wanted to draw her completely

dizzy, her body turning to jelly as she leaned into him, letting him

her waist, and with a gentle but firm touch, he scooped

his neck and burying her face in his chest, too flustered to look at

whispered, her voice trembling

scared. I'm right here," he murmured, his tone deep and reassuring,

and sure,

lamp and the sound of their mingled breaths. Lyman laid Effie gently on the bed and leaned over

be gentle. There's no need to be nervous," he promised softly, every word wrapped

cheeks burned crimson, but she summoned her courage

deepened, and he kissed her

and let herself drown in

sounds left in the room were

woke to find herself nestled in Lyman's