Chapter 95: No one values sacrifice when they get used to it.
Anne swallowed hard, her chest tightening at his words. This man... he trusted her, standing by her side, his support unwavering.
Anne lifted her arms, encircling them around his neck as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a tender yet deliberate kiss. "Thank you for trusting me," she whispered, her breath warm against his lips. "Thank you for not blaming me for the thing I didn’t do."
A deep hum rumbled in Augustine’s chest as he pulled her closer, his hands tightening around her waist. "I’ll never blame you," he murmured before capturing her lips once more.
This time, his kiss was slow and deliberate, his lips moving against hers in a sensual caress as if savoring the feel of her.
Anne let out a soft, breathy laugh, placing her hands firmly against his chest. "Control yourself," she teased, her flushed cheeks betraying her own excitement. "We’re still at the office."
Augustine exhaled sharply, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. "Don’t blame me," he growled as he fought the temptation gnawing at him, his voice rough with desire. "You make it impossible to control myself."
He had been restraining himself since last night, and now that she was in his arms, his resolve was slipping fast.
Tilting her chin with a single finger, he locked his lips with hers again. This kiss was different—urgent, demanding, filled with a hunger he could no longer suppress. His mouth moved against hers, tasting her, devouring her, his tongue slipping past her lips to deepen the kiss.
Anne melted into him, her fingers threading through his hair as she kissed him back just as fervently. Their tongues tangled, neither willing to give up dominance.