The Day Our Promise Breaks

Charles' well-defined hands gripped her slender waist tightly, pulling their bodies so close together that there was no space left between them.

He opened his mouth and bit down hard on Evelyn's lips as if to punish her. His breath was hot as his fingertips gently caressed the most sensitive spot on her waist, and he felt her shiver in his arms. His voice was low and hoarse, "Are you trying to torment me?" Wrapped in Charles' strong masculine scent, Evelyn's hands weakly pushed against his chest, trying to create some distance between them. She denied his accusation with feigned toughness. "No."

She tried to pull away from the grip he had on her waist, struggling to get up. But as soon as she moved, Charles pulled her back down. This time, she was sitting directly on his lap.

Evelyn noticed herself heating up. Was his breath making her hot or something else?

Her earlobes were burning.

"No?"

Charles' gaze was dark as he looked at the bright red flush on Evelyn's earlobe.

She was very sensitive. A single touch would spread a charming blush across her body. She was like a delicately blooming flower, irresistible and tempting.

Charles' Adam's apple moved as he suddenly grabbed her by the neck and pulled her towards him, pressing his lips against hers. He pried open her teeth and invaded her mouth, conquering her defenses.

His kiss was deep, leaving Evelyn overwhelmed. She wanted to retreat, but Charles had a firm grip on her slender waist and the back of her neck, dominating her completely.

making her frown involuntarily. Her hands climbed

slightly. He rolled over

Charles' eyes as he grabbed the back of her head, pulling her closer, his kiss becoming even more ferocious. Charles' breathing grew heavier. As the world spun around them, he pressed Evelyn

Evelyn couldn't help but cry

stopped his movements, and realized

Charles firmly pulled her

bit her

her clothes, revealing her delicate skin. Her body was beautifully curved, with a perfect

that moment, Charles was too preoccupied to appreciate it as he turned her around. There were several clear red marks on her flawless skin, obviously from being disciplined with a

storm brewed in Charles'

the ointment that had fallen

and applied it to the red marks on her back. The ointment was cool,

fingertips gently spread

pain in her back gradually eased. Only Charles' fingers continued down her spine, leaving

"Charles." Evelyn suddenly spoke.

voice