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.

through every nerve, he forced himself to break the kiss. Carefully, gently, he laid

side, unable to/stop tracing her face–memorizing her every feature with his fingertips,

want

parents. I’ll make them accept you. Once I have the

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brushing her dark,

struck him as ngly… but

years, he

gotten used to her face, he no longer saw her as

must’ve suffered something painful, something frightening. Thinking of her crying, afraid and helpless, made his

just her soul he fell for. Her body,

is blind, he thought. To me, no one

her, the more shame

knew–without question–that he wanted no

could

when he kissed her, that familiarity–those

for that. Hated that his heart

like he was betraying her just by thinking

The guilt crushed him.

her even more

down–that

Lily. touched her, only because her eyes and lips reminded him of

alone should

he couldn’t

he could do now was spend his whole life making it right–loving her with everything

was afraid of waking her, so he didn’t say her name again. Instead, he simply held her delicate hand and squeezed

lifetime of loyalty. No betrayal. No regret. Until

was because he stayed by her side, but Lily slept soundly, deeply, as if she hadn’t slept

years.

opened her

tent and soft glimmers dotting the mountainside. Above them, a

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