The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

hapter 253 Not That Kind of Physical Therapy

The corners of his eyes turned redder and redder. Then, all at once, he lowered his face and kissed her deep and fierce.

James had always had the kind of face that exuded icy restraint and ascetic detachment. He seemed carved from stone–untouchable, far removed, the sort who never looked down or broke composure without cause. When Lily first met him, he’d come across as distant, controlled, impossible to reach.

Like a locked door with no key–closed off, alluring in a way that only sharpened the distance.

But now, lost in this absurd dream, all that chill restraint and iron discipline had gone out the window.

He only wanted to lose himself in her; to entangle with the one he loved, to do as he pleased.

A moment ago, his kisses–trailing down from her lips–had still carried a trace of tenderness, of careful

reverence.

But as her cardigan opened, revealing that most breathtaking snow–white beauty before him, his breathing quickened; his every movement turned wild and unrestrained.

It was as if he’d been starved and imprisoned for a thousand years–and now, faced with something that could finally sate his hunger, there was simply no controlling him.

As his kisses grew more aggressive, Lily completely lost her ability to fight him off. She leaned back instinctively, trying to put some space between them; and yet, a strange pleasure and craving surged through her body, pulling her closer against her will.

The heat scorched her skin, burning away her reason until she couldn’t help but let herself be swept along.

The cave had grown stuffy with the entrance sealed. Pushing aside a few stones, sitting near the fire with their clothes on–it had felt just right for a quiet winter night.

But now, as he tore her clothes away in a frenzy, the cold night wind blew into the cave, and Lily felt a chill crawl across her skin.

brought clarity back to her

it came the realization of just how far things had gone–how crazy this

“James, stop!”

face went pale with

told her himself–after the car accident, he’d become a vegetable and

possibly cross that line for real. But more than anyone, she understood how much he hated

now. If he woke up and saw the two of them tangled together like this, nearly exposed, he would probably be disgusted

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That

him with that

didn’t seem capable of understanding a single word. Lily called out to him several times le row, but he showed no sign of stopping. His lips only grew hotter and more demanding, shattering her reason all over

And then–his hand…

jerked

every ounce of strength she had and pinched his chest hard–digging her fingers right into his

you hate the most–not whoever this Leila is you

James‘ mind; a trace of clarity flickered in his eyes. The fever medicine had begun to kick in, and after Lily

it were a

voice… it

struck. His body went rigid, as if lightning had crashed through him. Nearly half a minute passed

thought he was kissing and touching Leila; but now, the face staring back at him

for Leila again, in the middle of his fevered madness. I’m not

his hand, he realized where it had

distance between them. His eyes were

hit him so hard, he couldn’t

wanted to kill himself on the spot. Lily, get