Chapter 370: If You Ever Have Mistress 2
Nora’s breath hitched as she felt the heat of his body pressing against hers. His grip on her wrists was firm, unrelenting, but his eyes—those dark, burning eyes—held something beyond anger. Desire. Possession. A fire that made her shiver.
"I asked you a question, Nora," his voice was husky, rough with restrained emotion. "Answer me."
Her lips parted, but no words came out. A storm raged inside her—fear, defiance, longing—all tangled together. She should push him away, should fight back, but instead, her pulse quickened, her body betraying her mind.
He didn’t wait. With a growl, he crushed his lips to hers, seizing her mouth in a kiss so deep, so demanding, it stole her breath. His hands, though firm, softened as they moved to cup her face, tilting her head just right to deepen the kiss. His lips were hot, insistent, claiming her with every stroke of his tongue.
A whimper escaped her as she melted into him, her body arching instinctively. He groaned at her response, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her flush against him. The heat between them was unbearable, intoxicating.
His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging slightly as he kissed her harder, hungrier, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
Nora gasped against his lips, her body trembling as he claimed her with a fierce, unrelenting hunger. His kiss was no longer just a demand—it was a promise, a possession, a force that pulled her under like a tidal wave. She couldn’t resist, couldn’t think, only felt as his hands roamed over her, exploring, worshipping.
His lips trailed from her mouth, leaving a heated path down the delicate line of her jaw. She shuddered as he reached the sensitive spot beneath her ear, his breath warm against her skin before he pressed a slow, lingering kiss there.
"Tell me you don’t want this," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his fingers tightening slightly around her waist.