The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 242 Firelight Promises

Chapter 242 Firelight Promises.

His desire for her was like wild grass in spring–growing out of control with every passing breath.

James had no experience being intimate with another man. He couldn’t even get through the instructional kind of films people recommended. He didn’t know what to do, how to take the next step.

All he could do was lose control–gripping her waist and kissing her, over and over, with maddening intensity.

The moment his trembling hands touched her, he realized something her waist was impossibly slender.

Calling it “barely a handful” was no exaggeration.

Is this really a man’s waist!

He felt like if he so much as squeezed slightly harder, he’d snap her in half.

He tried not to use force, but the heat rising between them made it impossible. His control slipped, bit by bit.

“Leila..

He called her name, drunk on longing, overflowing with affection and tenderness.

They were already pressed so closely together. His kisses had already deepened so much. But he couldn’t stop himself from going deeper, from holding her tighter, from wanting more.

He was just about to pull her beneath him, to fully surrender to the fire consuming him–when he realized she’d fallen asleep.

Somewhere in the chaos, without warning, she’d drifted off.

She wasn’t sober. Not in the slightest..

And what he’d just done–losing control like that–was already a violation of her boundaries.

He wasn’t a monster.

No matter how badly he burned, no matter how much he wanted her, there was no way he’d ever take advantage of her in her sleep.

to break the kiss. Carefully, gently, he laid

he sat by her side, unable to/stop tracing her face–memorizing her every feature with his fingertips, whispering his feelings in a low, reverent voice

really, truly like you, I want to be with you.

my grandparents, my parents. I’ll make them accept you. Once

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spoke, he couldn’t resist brushing her dark, scarred check with

struck him

in all his twenty–six years, he

now that he’d gotten used to her face, he no longer saw her

of her crying, afraid and helpless, made his heart ache with fury and

soul he fell for. Her body, too, stirred something uncontrollable in

To me, no one in the world could be better than

he loved her, the more shame he

he wanted no one else but

Leila could never

he held her, when he kissed her, that familiarity–those

hated himself for that. Hated that his heart kept drawing connections

he was betraying her just

The guilt crushed him.

her even more fiercely. To treat her better

knew–deep down–that he

He’d kissed Lily. touched her, only because

alone should

couldn’t

was spend his whole life making

so he didn’t say her name again. Instead, he simply held

No betrayal.

by her side, but Lily slept soundly, deeply, as if

years.

opened her eyes,

the tent and soft glimmers dotting the mountainside. Above

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