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.

sharp cold brought clarity

of just how far things had gone–how crazy this was. They had almost

“James, stop!”

went pale with

car accident, he’d become a vegetable and had lost his ability as

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

them tangled together like this, nearly exposed, he would probably

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to leave him with

a single word. Lily called out to him several times le row, but he

And then–his hand…

jerked violently

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

the wrong person! I’m the Lily you hate the most–not

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

it were a dream, it

voice… it clearly wasn’t

through him. Nearly half a minute

from before, he had thought he was kissing and touching Leila;

in the middle of his fevered

then, his hand, he realized where it

like he’d been burned, face pale as death as he quickly put distance between them. His eyes were full of

so hard, he

wanted to kill himself on the spot. Lily, get away