Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 746 Are You Sure You Don't Have Feelings for Me?

William seemed to have anticipated Emelie's move. As she shoved him, he grabbed her arm. As he lost his balance and fell to the ground, he pulled her down with him. They tumbled onto the grass together.

Emelie quickly tried to get up, but William was faster. He flipped over, pinning her beneath him. Without a word, he kissed her.

A wave of anger clouded Emelie's vision as she desperately pushed against him. However, William wouldn't let go. He pried her mouth open, invading her with his kiss.

When she finally managed to break free, she slapped him hard across the face. "William!"

He took the hit without flinching but didn't move off her. His messy hair fell over his eyes, creating an obsessive look that wasn't usually seen.

He kissed her again. His scent, tinged with the bitterness of traditional medicine, surrounded her.

Emelie was furious and desperate. She slapped him again.

William's handsome face, having been slapped twice at the same spot, now bore a deep red mark. Yet, he said nothing.

He ignored the pain and grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head. Their bodies pressed together, chest to chest, leg to leg.

Their noses touched as they tossed and turned. Soon, their once pale lips were stained a deep red.

Emelie gasped for air as he stole her breath away, his fevered body pressing down on her. Then, without warning, he ripped open the buttons of her blouse.

to do something unspeakable, and she prepared to kill him

surprise, he bit down on her collarbone, hard, as if

pain, her breath coming in ragged bursts. All the while, she could hear the wild thudding of his

acting crazy, just like that night in the

he had been constantly lowering himself, tiptoeing around her, speaking in hushed tones. His behavior was completely at odds with his usual self-centered, haughty arrogance. Despite that, he held himself

pressure had been building, little by little. It

had

told him that she had never loved him. What was his current trigger? Was it because she intended

let go of her collarbone, leaving a

while still lying on top of her, trying to regain control after

left them both disheveled, their clothes and

murmured, "You can't love me completely, and you can't

understand his rambling. "Get

me to kneel, so you pushed me away. Are you sure you

clenched. "I said, get

"You're not allowed

worry. There will be blood

allowed to sleep with him, kiss him, or

swear I will kill you,"

over each other, neither responding to what the other

pushed himself up,