The sound hit her eardrums, and it was as though he was right next to her.
Finally, the whooshing sound stopped.
Ashlyn looked up with resignation in her crystal-clear eyes. “Let's go.”
Silence ensued.
Carefully, she turned at her shoulder to see Lucas gazing at her silently, his clothes intact.
A dangerous and imposing aura emanated from his figure.
Ashlyn shot him a glare as exhaustion crept into her gaze. “Lucas, stop this.”
Instead of moving, Lucas reached out and grabbed her waist before pulling her to his chest.
He had been wanting to do this ever since he regained consciousness.
It was something that had lingered in his mind for the longest time.
His suppressed emotions were on the verge of reaching their boiling point in this narrow space.
His voice was husky, belying his desire to ravage her there. It seemed that he was in pain as he said slowly but clearly, “Honey...”
Ashlyn's eyes snapped shut as her porcelain white cheek pressed against the man's chest. She could feel his heartbeat and his breathing clearly.
A while later, she placed her hands on his chest to push him away. But before she could take action, the man's husky voice rang out above her. “Why didn't you come in when you brought breakfast this morning?”
Ashlyn's thick lashes fluttered slightly as she said softly, “We shouldn't get involved anymore. There are too many obstacles between us. Lucas, your parents...”
He lowered his gaze and inched nearer to her. “I know,” he sighed.
Holding her captive in his embrace, he stared at her with his dark eyes.
His feverish breath burned her rosy cheeks, making the situation all the more amorous.
Ashlyn was flustered with discomfort. She felt as if thousands of insects were gnawing on her, but there was no way of release.
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