Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 923:

“If you want it, come and get it,” he teased, holding the bottle just out of her grasp. “If you can reach it, it’s yours.”

Yvonne, her frustration mounting, stretched up to grab the bottle but only managed to bump into his chest. The impact of his firm muscles sent a jolt through her, causing a sharp ache in her forehead. The sting made her eyes well up with tears, and she looked up at the bottle, her breath unsteady.

Seeing the tears gathering in Yvonne’s eyes, Norton’s expression softened. “How about we save it for next time?” he offered gently.

Yvonne gently rubbed her forehead and leaned against him, surrendering to the moment. She knew fighting him would be pointless. Her voice was barely a whisper as she muttered, “Why do you always break your promises? You give me hope, only to crush it…”

“What did you say?” Norton asked, his brow furrowing as he leaned down to hear her better. But she refused to speak any further. Sensing her vulnerability, he pulled her gently toward the bedroom, concerned she might continue drinking.

her stubbornness evident. With a soft sigh, she collapsed onto the cushions, patting the seat beside her. “Come here,” she coaxed, her voice low. “I have a secret

up toward him, her pale neck exposed, inviting a moment of quiet

closer!” she urged, her tone

beside her and leaning in closer, drawn by

whispered, her voice a tantalizing mix of command

envelop him like a gentle breeze. He

but before she could finish, she suddenly bit his ear. The sharpness of the bite caught him off guard,

ear, shocked by the unexpectedness of it. “Yvonne, are you

with a bold, triumphant smile. “Biting you makes me feel dirty!” Her words, sharp and defiant, carried an almost playful victory,

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smile, amused by her unrelenting spirit. “Hmm?” he murmured, his arms encircling her with slow, deliberate