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.

she thought he was about to do something

her collarbone, hard, as if trying to

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

acting crazy, just like that night in the hotel. He had to be

her, speaking in hushed tones. His behavior was completely at odds with his usual self-centered, haughty arrogance. Despite that,

like the story of the crow drinking water, the pressure had been

it had happened previously, he

previous outburst was triggered when she told him that she had never loved him. What was his current trigger? Was

collarbone, leaving a deep bite mark

still lying on top of her, trying to regain

both disheveled, their clothes and hair tangled with bits of

crook of her neck, William murmured, "You can't love me completely, and you can't hate

his rambling.

want me to kneel,

get

he added, "You're not allowed to be

worry. There will be blood

sleep with him, kiss him, or

I will

neither responding

pushed himself up, propping himself on his arms as