Xo Novel
Chapter 344
Chapter 344
Gradually, the intensity changed, and even the kiss seemed different.
Curtis pulled her warm, soft body in his arms closer, their body heat mingling through the layers of fabric. His tongue pried open her lips, invading her mouth. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.
Leanne felt like a lamb waiting for slaughter, weakened by his kiss, her lips and teeth emitting intermittent moans.
Those faint sounds were like the tender paws of a kitten, scratching at the inflamed nerves of Curtis.
“Doing that on purpose? Sounds pretty enticing,” he murmured as he released her lips, his hot breath trailing down her delicate neck, tasting her collarbone and the creamy smoothness of her shoulder, while his rough palm wandered elsewhere.
A tingling sensation spread from behind her ear down her spine. Leanne bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the sounds that kept slipping out.
She felt like she was drowning in warm water, gasping for air. As Curtis’ hand slid lower, she suddenly snapped back to reality and held his wrist, “You said we wouldn’t go that
far…”
Curtis, his voice hoarse and tight as if scraped with sandpaper, wasn’t planning to be a gentleman of his word. He coaxed her, “I said I wouldn’t devour you. How about you
I devour me instead?”
“You wish!” Leanne pushed his hand away.
“Really not into it?” His voice was taunting, “Playing hardball, Dr. Castillo?”
Leanne’s cheeks burned as she pushed him away and rolled to the edge of the bed, wrapping herself tightly in the duvet and turning her back to him.
Curtis sighed softly and pulled her, along with the duvet, back into his embrace. “Alright, I admit my fault. I’m a scoundrel. Don’t be mad, honey.”
“I’m not mad,” Leanne mumbled.
She was too embarrassed by his actions, feeling a slight, indescribable discomfort in her heart.
It was like surviving a disaster, constantly anxious about it happening again.
What if this overwhelming happiness was just an illusion, quick to arrive and quick to vanish?
Curtis held her, soothing her, “Let’s sleep. I won’t do anything.”
The urge and heat in his blood were not easily quelled, but he restrained himself, patiently
09.30
patting the duvet to lull her to sleep.
The room’s charged atmosphere gradually settled into tranquility, the rhythmic patting of the duvet offering a comforting reassurance.
After a while, the person in his arms spoke up, “Do you really want it?”
Was there even a question? A vigorous young man, holding his beloved who had come back to him, who melted under his touch and made such endearing sounds.
Curtis chuckled, “I’m twenty-eight, not eighty-two. If I had no desire for you, I’d need to check in with a doctor.”
Leanne asked, “Isn’t something easily obtained easily forsaken?”
It was like a needle buried in the heart, unexpectedly pricking you when you least expect it. The casual look on Curtis’ face slowly faded, his hand pausing.
A few seconds later, a kiss, full of apology, landed on Leanne’s hair.
“I’m sorry for not making you feel safe,” Curtis said earnestly and gently, “Leanne, I love you, all of you. I don’t just want you for today, but for decades to come.”
“Are you afraid I’ll take you for granted if I get you too easily? Then I’ll let you make all the calls, okay?”
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