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

“Ha… Ah!”

she screamed and gripped Bryson’s

by the pain

softly, insistently, as if

“Do you love me?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you love me?”

an

moment, Hannah found it impossible

resounded

Knock! Knock! Knock!

her trance, causing her to tighten her

groan and looked up, his

“Who… Who is it?”

normal, trying to

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