No Strings Attached

The cigarette between his fingers had burnt down to a stub. The ash, glowing with its last embers, fell onto the back of his hand, but he didn't even flinch. Clara finished discussing matters with Anders and emerged to lan's solitary figure. She sauntered over, her voice a gentle whisper. "Ian, what's wrong?"

At the sound of her voice, lan's heart skipped a beat. He crushed the cigarette butt underfoot. A forced smile stretched across his melancholic face. "Nothing, just felt like having a smoke, sorry. I'll be more mindful next time."

He pulled her close, planting a tender kiss atop her head, his voice rough with weariness, "I'm going to check on Grandma Rose at home. You rest up. I'll be back soon."

Clara knew without guessing that visiting Grandma Rose was just a front. The real deal was settling scores with Leonora. No doubt, he had found out Leonora's connection to his father's critical illness. She watched him, her heart in agony. Her cool fingertips gently smoothed the furrow between lan's brows, her voice soft. "Ian, she and you are different. I won't hold her sins against you. That wouldn't be fair to you."

lan's icy heart was instantly enveloped in warmth, his eyes growing hot. Emotion surged in his dark eyes, impossible to hide.

breath hot as it spilled over Clara's flushed cheeks. "Clara, are

grazing hers, his voice a husky whisper,

and always

He held Clara tightly in his arms, their lips meeting in a kiss. He forgot his physical pain, and just want to cherish the love of his

had fallen to the floor. Ian's kisses were scattered over her body with tender passion. Every touch of his

voice a raspy whisper,

but his hands didn't stop. Clara was completely disarmed by his teasing. Ian guided her hand to

passed, and eventually, they lay entwined, both breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat on their

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