The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 422 A Night of Ruin

Chapter 422 A Night of Ruin

The night was heavy with languid desire..

Clothing slipped from her shoulders.

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Lily was lost in the heat and tenderness of his kisses, so absorbed that she didn’t even notice how bare she had become.

She had missed him too.

It had been more than a week since she was abducted and taken into the mountains, but the fear and helplessness from that night still felt as close as yesterday. She wanted to hold him fiercely, to kiss him deeply, to lose herself in him without restraint.

But adults, when clear–headed, had to be rational and measured. Only in a night like this–when he was too far gone to know where or when he was–could she let herself indulge in stolen pleasure.

James’s kisses slipped down from her reddened lips, urgent and uncontrolled.

She was powerless to resist, her head tipping back, seeking just a sliver of air. But the way she arched only drew her closer to him, like she was offering herself up rather than creating distance.

“Lily…”

His desire for her was too great. Just holding her and kissing her wasn’t enough to satisfy the hunger boiling inside him.

He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her sweet, warm scent as if he could drink it. Then, without warning, he lifted her into his arms and strode quickly toward the master bedroom.

head swam, her body soft and unsteady in his hold. By the time they tumbled onto the softness of the bed, she realized they were no

she understood what

drunkenness to be close to him was taking what she wanted without his full awareness. But the

her arms around his neck and let the heat of him consume her

was

she opened her eyes,

quilt draped over her. Looking down, she found herself face–to–face with broad, defined chest muscles–several deep scratch marks standing out stark against his

bore them

of them were her

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head quickly, she

frenzy–rushed back into

leave before he woke, she began slipping

“Lily…”

away, a hand closed around her wrist. She turned and met his half–lidded

mind was a tangle. But when he took in the marks scattered over her skin, his eyes widened in pain and regret. Memories from

The thought had torn him apart. In a rare loss of control, he’d

the study, it had felt

or Lily–or if Leila had always been Lily. What he wanted

his reason, and in the haze of desire, he had forgotten all

her to the master bedroom, remembered the way passion drowned out every boundary, remembered

he first grabbed her and kissed her, how