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, and intensified

“Ha… Ah!”

so she screamed and gripped Bryson’s back tightly

man above seemed unaffected by the pain and nestled his face

his question softly, insistently, as if needing

“Do you love me?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you love me?”

an unexpected downpour, filled Hannah’s

that moment, Hannah found it impossible to concentrate

knock resounded at the

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Hannah from her trance, causing her to tighten her grip on Bryson’s shoulder

looked up, his face a mask of

“Who… Who is it?”

did her best to sound normal, trying to keep

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