Bound by the Past, Locked by the Heart novel Chapter 100

"Randal," she whispered, leaning against his chest. "Randal, take me."

In that moment, she just wanted to strip away every barrier between them and bravely take the leap.

She loved him. She had never once been able to let him go.

She wanted to confront the most primal desire in her heart.

With his engagement rapidly approaching, they had absolutely zero time to waste.

Randal's body tensed slightly.

He looked down at the woman in his arms.

Her eyes were red, wet with fresh tears, radiating a raw, unapologetic need.

"Willa..." he croaked.

She stood on her tiptoes and initiated a bruising kiss.

His hands snapped to her waist, dragging her flush against him as he completely seized control of the kiss.

He backed her across the room without ever breaking the connection.

Her spine hit the wardrobe doors with a heavy thud.

He pinned her firmly against the wood. His hands swept up her sides, greedily exploring the curves beneath her thin clothes.

"Mmm..." A soft, breathy sigh escaped her lips.

He dragged his lips from her mouth, trailing kisses lower.

She arched her neck, exposing the vulnerable expanse of her throat. He pressed his lips to her skin, delivering a sharp, claiming bite.

A shudder ripped through her, and a fragmented whimper tumbled from her lips.

That tiny sound was absolute torture. His breathing hitched, and his hands slipped beneath her shirt, mapping her skin and sending waves of electricity coursing through her.

"Willa," he panted heavily. "Do you realize what you're asking for?"

"Randal, take me," she repeated with striking clarity.

The feral gleam in Randal's eyes ignited into a raging inferno.

He crashed his mouth down on hers with devastating force.

His hand slid to her lower back, hooking around her to yank her impossibly close.

She could feel the searing heat radiating from his body, almost scalding to the touch.

His hands slipped lower, gripping her hips to hoist her up.

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