His expression grew stern.

He gently pinched Hannah’s cheek, forcing her to look at him.

“Hannah.

His voice snapped her back to the moment.

She felt weak in her waist and legs, completely vulnerable to the man before her.

Bryson drew nearer, his intense gaze locked on hers.

“Do you love me?”

Overwhelmed by the pleasure, she struggled to form words.

Distracted, she whispered, “Yes, I… I do…”

with her response, and intensified his

“Ha… Ah!”

screamed and gripped Bryson’s back tightly

seemed unaffected by the pain and

his question softly, insistently, as

“Do you love me?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you love me?”

questions, like an unexpected downpour, filled Hannah’s

found it impossible to

a knock resounded at the

Knock! Knock! Knock!

sound startled Hannah from her trance, causing her to tighten her grip

low groan and looked

“Who… Who is it?”

normal, trying to keep

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