His Unveiled Passion

Stephen's palm slid downward, resting against Tessa's slender neck.

He lowered his head and looked at her. There was barely any distance between them, allowing their breaths to mingle intimately. He murmured huskily, "What shouldn't I do?"

"You know what I'm getting at," Tessa whispered.

He tilted her chin up gently, forcing her to meet his deep gaze. "I want to hear you say it."

His eyes were as deep as the ocean, threatening to drown her in their bottomless depths.

Tessa pursed her lips and finally said, "You shouldn't worry that I'd fall for someone else."

Stephen chuckled softly. His austere features softening slightly at his joy.

Then, he asked her, "Are you worried that I'll fall in love with someone else?"

She had indeed been worried about it, but that was before Marissa had returned to the country.

Still, she shook her head and told a bald-faced lie, "Never."

Stephen's long fingers pinched her cheeks gently, creating dimples on both sides of her face.

"I find myself disliking that answer. Try again," he drawled playfully.

Tessa stared at him wordlessly. Then, she turned her head away, only for Stephen to turn it back.

Finally, she conceded defeat, answering honestly, "Fine, I was worried about that. I even got jealous. Are you happy now?"

Stephen grinned at her, clearly pleased with her admission. He leaned in and kissed her yet again.

It was a forceful kiss. He pried her lips open with his tongue, slotting their lips together in an intimate dance.

Tessa felt as though he was stealing the very oxygen from her lungs. Soon, she felt herself turning weak in the knees.

The kiss was filled with passion and desire.

It didn't take long for their breathing to grow rapid in their need for one another.

The passion between them grew as they entangled themselves in each other's embrace.

Tessa could feel her blood heating, every caress alighting her nerves.

A deep longing stirred within her, making her unable to do anything but succumb to him.

kiss, and she soon braced herself against

was no stopping

about to spiral out of

his

stop kissing her. He knew full well just what she was implying. Yet, he still asked, "What's

get a word in, his lips were

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

stiffened at

should thank whoever it was for saving her or curse them for

out her dishevelled hair.

Tessa couldn't bring herself to

that Marianne's face had appeared

look at Stephen, urgently signaling for him to

right in his spot. He regarded Tessa languidly as

no choice but to say into the intercom, "Ms. Connors, give

toward Stephen and started pushing him

bedroom," she whispered urgently as she

akin to unfaithful husbands who were

he looked utterly amused by the turn of events. However, he did saunter into

at the door

door

blurted hurriedly, "I'm sorry Just hide in here for a bit,

nothing, but his gaze never left

he looked utterly pitiful

forced herself to look away

she walked to the front door, inhaled deeply to steady

swung open, she

her face. "Tessa, I called you earlier, but you didn't

stepped aside to let her in, saying, "I haven't eaten just yet. I was

missed the call

exactly lying

in and placed the

dishes. "I understand you're busy, but you should still remember to

before saying, "Thank

to do, so I

dishes, she handed Tessa a set of cutlery. "Eat while the

out a chair and

drank the soup

your face so red?"