Chapter 179: Good Girl
As Eve and Harry surrendered to the fire between them, the weight of their past—every wound, every regret—began to dissolve into the night.
Their bodies spoke the words they had never been able to say, offering forgiveness not only to each other but, most importantly, to themselves.
Harry pulled away from her lips, but not to part from her—to explore, to savor. His mouth traced a slow, measured path along her jawline, then down the delicate curve of her neck.
His tongue flicked against her skin, tasting the faintest hint of her sweetness before his lips latched onto her pulse point, sucking gently, making her shiver beneath him.
A breathy moan escaped her lips as his mouth continued its intoxicating journey. His teeth grazed the shell of her ear before capturing her lobe between his lips, biting just enough to send a shudder rippling through her body.
Goosebumps erupted along her arms and legs, the sensation both exhilarating and electrifying.
While his lips and tongue worked their magic, his left hand moved with equal purpose, sliding up to her bosom. His fingers pressed into her soft skin, massaging, teasing, eliciting gasps that only fueled the hunger growing between them.
Every squeeze, every touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, making her arch into him, silently begging for more.
The past had no place here. Only the present—the heat, the desire, the undeniable pull between them—mattered now.