No Strings Attached novel (Clara and Ian) novel Chapter 240

Ian slumped against Clara's shoulder, recounting the whole ordeal from beginning to end. Then, with a weary expression, he murmured, “Clara, if it hadn't been for your heads-up that day, I might still be in the dark. It's not Heidi's betrayal that cuts deep, but the fact that my mother was in on it all along. How much must she despise me to torture me like this, to keep me living in perpetual guilt?”

While he spoke, his breath, warm and damp, gently traced the contours of Clara's ear. It sent shivers down Clara's spine. Her voice grew husky. “Ian, let go of me.”

Instead of releasing her, Ian pulled her closer, his teeth lightly nipping the soft flesh behind her ear. A low, pleading groan escaped his throat. “Clara, I've missed you so much. Can I just hold you for a while?”

“Ian, if you don't let go now, I'm going to fight back.”

Just as Clara was about to knee him, her legs were swiftly entangled by his, immobilizing her. Before she could react, Ian lifted her onto the kitchen island. His chiseled face loomed closer in her vision until their lips met in a hot, urgent kiss, and only then did she fully grasp what was happening. “Ian, you—mmmph!”

Ian's legs pinned her restless ones. One hand cradled the back of her head, and the other gripped her wrist, claiming Clara's territory with dominant fervor.

The kiss was passionate, desperate, tumultuous. Ian's whole being roared with an uncontrollable desire. Between kisses, he gasped out, “Clara, I’ve missed you, truly, deeply, madly missed you.”

He was consumed by the thought of her, to the point of madness, to sleepless nights.

How many times had he reminisced about their three blissful years together?

Clara had poured all her love onto him. She loved him so fiercely, recklessly wanting to be with him at all costs. And yet, he had failed to cherish it, had let something so precious slip away.