Chapter 496
Chapter 496
Her expression changed instantly. The tears didn’t vanish, but warmth returned to her gaze. Relief. Trust. Hope.
She threw herself into my arms without warning. Her body fit against mine like it always had. Her lips found mine in a kiss that wasn’t
hesitant or shy.
It was grateful. Emotional. Alive. And electricity shot through me.
My hands wrapped around her instinctively, pulling her closer. The world narrowed to warmth and breath and the taste of her mouth. I
deepened the kiss without thinking, hunger rising fast and fierce.
She responded for a moment – then pulled back abruptly, breathless. “Roman,” she murmured, pressing her forehead to mine, her fingers
tracing lightly along my jaw. “Not yet p>
Frustration flared instantly. “I know,” I muttered.
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She smiled softly, brushing her fingers through my hair. “You need to heal first p>
I exhaled sharply but didn’t argue. Not after everything she had just said. Not after what I had promised.
She helped me back onto the bed and retrieved the tray of food. The arora hit me then, reminding me that I was actually hungry. I didn’t even
realize.
“ Eat,” she said gently. She sat beside me, lifting a spoon toward my mouth.
I accepted it reluctantly. The act felt strangely intimate yet strange. Domestic. Peaceful in a way I didn’t trust. Almost like I couldn’t do it
myself.
Halfway through, I slid an arm around her waist and pulled her into my lap
She gasped softly, steadying the tray. “Roman p>
“If I can’t have you the way I want,” I murmured near her ear, “I’m making the most of what I can. I’m taking what I’m allowed, my love p>
She gave me a look–half warning, half amusement, but she didn’t move away. Instead she adjusted slightly, straddling my lap more securely so
she could continue feeding me.
The contact was torture.
Her warmth seeped through fabric and skin alike. Every small movement of hers, every shift of her weight, sent awareness rippling through me
in waves I refused to acknowledge aloud.
Then she laughed quietly, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. The sound loosened something in my chest that had been tight. Fucking
temptress.
She continued feeding me, her movements slower now, her body warm against mine. Every brush of her breasts against my chest, every grind of
her pussy against my cock, sent a fresh wave of awareness through me.
When the tray was empty, she set it aside and stood, offering her hand. “Come,” she said. “Let me help you shower p>
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Chapter 496
I took her band without protest.
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The bathroom filled with steam as warm water began to run. She moved carefully, helping me clean without wetting the bandages, exhibiting certain practiced gentleness. Her touch was clinical, focused but her breathing betrayed the tension simmering beneath the surface.
I watched her the entire time. And she knew. Of course she knew.
Her hands moved carefully, cleansing, avoiding injuries, attentive to every reaction. The quiet between us was thick with something heavy.
When she finished, she reached for a towel. But I caught her wrist. She looked up.
For a moment we simply stared at each other. No anger. No fear. Only intensity. Then I stepped forward, backing her gently against the wall.
Her breath caught.
My lips found her neck. A kiss. Then another. Followed by the faintest brush of teeth against sensitive skin. Her fingers tightened against my
shoulders.
The room seemed to shrink around us. Everything else disappeared.
I breathed her in, memorizing the warmth of her pulse beneath my mouth. She didn’t pull away.
Her hand drifted upward, resting against my chest as if to feel my heartbeat steady beneath her palm.
The air between us vibrated with everything we weren’t saying. Everything we weren’t doing.
When I finally lifted my head, her eyes were already on mine – dark, luminous, full of something that felt dangerously close to surrender.
Neither of us spoke. The moment stretched painfully, suspended, fragile and electric.
And that was where everything hung–balanced on the edge of what came next.
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