The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 83

Chapter 83 My Feelings For You Won't Change

Corrine was struck by a wave of regret over her earlier lapse into sentimentality and opened her mouth to explain. Before she could utter a word, Nate leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, a flicker of panic flashing in her trembling gaze as her breath hitched.

The kiss was firm but not forceful, tender yet charged with passion. His unspoken emotions seemed to pour out, drawing her in with a warmth that made her forget to resist.

Her lashes fluttered, and slowly, as if surrendering to the tide, she let her eyes drift shut. Her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her, gripping them tightly as if to anchor herself against the whirlwind of emotions.

The kiss deepened, intoxicating and all-consuming, stripping away the noise of the world until it felt like they were the only two people left in existence. The air around them grew heavy with heat, wrapping the room in an intimate embrace.

It wasn't until the kiss became more fervent, stealing the breath from her lungs, that Corrine began to come to her senses.

Her eyes flew open, meeting Nate's with a jolt.

her. Her heart raced wildly, a frantic rhythm caught between fear and exhilaration. She pushed against his chest with trembling hands, her breaths uneven

words escaped her lips in a voice so faint it lacked conviction, only

as relentless as

free, Corrine bit down

his fervor, and the metallic tang of blood lingered between them,

all her

glimmered like molten embers, a hypnotic vortex that threatened to swallow

pulse still racing as her chest

and sultry, laced with a teasing edge that sent an involuntary shiver down her spine. Corrine's cheeks burned with a rush of heat. She drew in a sharp

onto hers. His eyes, unguarded, held an undeniable depth of longing. His voice

subtle tremor rippled

women, which pushed her to build walls

wasn't made of stone. She longed for care when unwell, solace when