His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 452

Stephen's palm slid downward, resting against Tessa's slender neck.

He lowered his head and looked at her. There was barely any distance between them, allowing their breaths to mingle intimately. He murmured huskily, "What shouldn't I do?"

"You know what I'm getting at," Tessa whispered.

He tilted her chin up gently, forcing her to meet his deep gaze. "I want to hear you say it."

His eyes were as deep as the ocean, threatening to drown her in their bottomless depths.

Tessa pursed her lips and finally said, "You shouldn't worry that I'd fall for someone else."

Stephen chuckled softly. His austere features softening slightly at his joy.

Then, he asked her, "Are you worried that I'll fall in love with someone else?"

She had indeed been worried about it, but that was before Marissa had returned to the country.

Still, she shook her head and told a bald-faced lie, "Never."

Stephen's long fingers pinched her cheeks gently, creating dimples on both sides of her face.

"I find myself disliking that answer. Try again," he drawled playfully.

Tessa stared at him wordlessly. Then, she turned her head away, only for Stephen to turn it back.

Finally, she conceded defeat, answering honestly, "Fine, I was worried about that. I even got jealous. Are you happy now?"

Stephen grinned at her, clearly pleased with her admission. He leaned in and kissed her yet again.

It was a forceful kiss. He pried her lips open with his tongue, slotting their lips together in an intimate dance.

Tessa felt as though he was stealing the very oxygen from her lungs. Soon, she felt herself turning weak in the knees.

The kiss was filled with passion and desire.

It didn't take long for their breathing to grow rapid in their need for one another.

The passion between them grew as they entangled themselves in each other's embrace.

Tessa could feel her blood heating, every caress alighting her nerves.

A deep longing stirred within her, making her unable to do anything but succumb to him.

She was breathless from his kiss, and she soon braced herself against his chest as if to push him away.

Alas, there was no stopping this.

Things were about to spiral out of control.

Tessa found herself a breath away from drowning. So, she panted his name in between gasps, trying to get him to stop. "Stephen…"

Unfortunately for her, he didn't stop kissing her. He knew full well just what she was implying. Yet, he still asked, "What's the matter?"

Before she could get a word in, his lips were on hers once more.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

The couple stiffened at the interruption.

Tessa had no idea whether she should thank whoever it was for saving her or curse them for being a buzzkill.

She exhaled and smoothed out her dishevelled hair. "I'll get the door."

Stephen's dark eyes were still filled with desire, so Tessa couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye. Instead, she hastily shuffled toward the door.

When she got to the intercom, she saw that Marianne's face had appeared on the screen. "Tessa, are you home?"

Tessa immediately spun around to look at Stephen, urgently signaling for him to hide.

Stephen remained standing right in his spot. He regarded Tessa languidly as his lips curled into a smirk.

Tessa had no choice but to say into the intercom, "Ms. Connors, give me a moment."

Once she said that, she dashed toward Stephen and started pushing him to her bedroom.

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