The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1382:

The door shut with a quiet thud behind them, and before Corrine could catch her breath, Nate had her pinned against the sink, his mouth crashing onto hers in a hungry, passionate kiss.

Maybe the argument had stripped away their defenses, peeling them open until their rawest feelings were laid bare—bringing their hearts closer than they’d ever dared before. The kiss deepened, charged and insatiable.

Lowering his head, Nate stole the breath from her lips, his own moving with aching precision. Corrine’s arms slid around his neck, her fingers curling against him as she surrendered to the heat between them. Sometimes, the truest emotions were the most dangerous—like poison disguised as honey. Forbidden. Addictive. Impossible to resist.

In the cramped bathroom, the heat between them thickened the air, curling like steam against the mirrors.

It wasn’t until the hiss of running water broke through the moment that Corrine blinked herself back to reality. Her eyes widened. “Wait—your wounds. You can’t get them wet!”

Nate’s hand slid behind her neck, cradling her gently, his forehead resting against hers. His gaze burned with an untamed longing, and his voice—low and slightly ragged—brushed against her skin like velvet. “Then tell me what I’m supposed to do.”

murmured, slow and magnetic, “Corrine… help me.

the early hours of dawn, Corrine barely made it to the bed before her body gave in.

headboard, half sitting, eyes tracing her sleeping face. A faint smile played at his lips. She looked utterly

all his defenses. His fingers threaded through her hair, gently stroking it as he bent forward to

doors

anchor

and slow, but the growing pressure drew her from sleep, and she stirred

wings trembling against the breeze, then

sculpted features, sharpening the angles of his face,

softly, “I’m so

against her skin like