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…”

satisfied with her response,

“Ha… Ah!”

couldn’t hold back, so she screamed and gripped Bryson’s back tightly with her

seemed unaffected by the pain and nestled

his question softly, insistently, as if needing

“Do you love me?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you love me?”

an unexpected

Hannah found it

a knock resounded at

Knock! Knock! Knock!

startled Hannah from her trance, causing her to tighten her

out a low groan and looked up, his face a

“Who… Who is it?”

best to sound normal, trying to

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