Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 344

Gradually, the intensity changed, and even the kiss seemed different.

Curtis pulled her warm, soft body in his arms closer, their body heat mingling through the layers of fabric. His tongue pried open her lips, invading her mouth.

Leanne felt like a lamb waiting for slaughter, weakened by his kiss, her lips and teeth emitting intermittent moans.

Those faint sounds were like the tender paws of a kitten, scratching at the inflamed nerves of Curtis.

“Doing that on purpose? Sounds pretty enticing,” he murmured as he released her lips, his hot breath trailing down her delicate neck, tasting her collarbone and the creamy smoothness of her shoulder, while his rough palm wandered elsewhere.

A tingling sensation spread from behind her ear down her spine. Leanne bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the sounds that kept slipping out.

She felt like she was drowning in warm water, gasping for air. As Curtis’ hand slid lower, she suddenly snapped back to reality and held his wrist, “You said we wouldn’t go that

• far…”

Curtis, his voice hoarse and tight as if scraped with sandpaper, wasn’t planning to be a gentleman of his word. He coaxed her, “I said I wouldn’t devour you. How about you

devour me

pushed his hand

not into it?” His voice was taunting, “Playing

she pushed him away and rolled to the edge of the bed, wrapping herself tightly in

sighed softly and pulled her, along with the duvet, back into his embrace. “Alright, I admit my fault. I’m a scoundrel. Don’t be

not mad,” Leanne mumbled.

was too embarrassed by his actions, feeling a slight, indescribable discomfort in

was like surviving a disaster, constantly anxious about

just an illusion, quick to

her, “Let’s sleep.

urge and heat in his blood were not easily quelled, but he restrained himself,

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the duvet to lull her to sleep.

the rhythmic patting of the