Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 409

When Quentin's fingers threaded through her hair, his movements were gentle.

Her carefully pinned-up hair had long since unraveled beneath the intoxicating rush of their passion.

Her waterfall of jet-black hair cascaded down instantly.

It was as if Madeline's distant, fragile beauty was pouring out all at once, every strand wrapping around his fingertips.

Her clear eyes flawlessly reflected his image—only him.

Quentin's voice was husky, thick with the heavy tension of their intimacy.

Yet every word fell clearly into her ear: "Again."

The entire world seemed to suddenly shrink down to this corner of the sofa, to the tiny space caught between his arms.

Their breathing turned erratic.

Gradually, even their heartbeats merged into one chaotic rhythm.

Everything in her vision faded away; the background blurred, and all sound dissolved.

...

A long time later, Madeline's voice softly rang out, sweet and trembling slightly, "Hubby, I'm cold... let's go back to the bedroom."

That single 'hubby' rolled off her tongue so lightly and naturally.

Yet it dropped like a stone into the calm lake of Quentin's heart, the rippling waves instantly drowning out every last shred of his reason.

His heart softened incredibly, turning into a warm spring just to catch that single call.

His tall frame leaned down, pressing closer against the stunning curves of her body.

His body heat radiated through the thin fabric.

"Like this... are you still cold?" His lips were almost pressed against her ear, his breath hot.

His warmth truly did banish the chill from her skin.

It brought with it a profound, grounding sense of security that wrapped around her entirely.