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.

her body soft and unsteady in his hold. By the time they tumbled onto the softness of the bed, she realized they were

she

drunkenness to be close to him was taking what she wanted without his full awareness. But the moment his lips found her again, the fleeting

his neck and let the heat

came, she was too exhausted to

eyes, the room

she found herself face–to–face with broad, defined chest muscles–several deep scratch marks standing

abdomen bore them

of them

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looking. Turning her head quickly, she caught sight of more on his

images of last night–their heat, their frenzy–rushed back into

leave before

“Lily…”

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

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 night before began

The thought had torn him apart. In a rare loss of control, he’d gone to the wine cellar

the study, it

if she was Leila or Lily–or if Leila

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

passion drowned

with clarity, he could see it–how she had resisted when he first