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.

himself to break the kiss. Carefully, gently, he

feature with

truly like you, I want to be with you.

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

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resist brushing her dark, scarred check

met, she’d struck him

years, he had never

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

frightening. Thinking of her crying, afraid and

wasn’t just her soul he fell for. Her body, too, stirred something

is blind, he thought. To me, no one in

loved her, the more shame he

wanted no

could never be.

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

that his heart kept drawing connections between Leila and

felt like he was betraying her

The guilt crushed him.

her. To love her even more fiercely. To treat

also knew–deep down–that

been married. He’d kissed Lily. touched her, only because her eyes and lips reminded

alone should

he couldn’t

do now was spend his whole

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

loyalty. No betrayal. No regret.

her side, but Lily slept soundly, deeply,

years.

she finally opened her eyes, night had

the tent and soft glimmers dotting the mountainside. Above them, a sky full of stars scattered

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