Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3323

Just as Norah was about to reject him, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist. A tall figure stepped in front of her. The man emanated an imposing, dominating aura. With a cold expression, he snapped at Travis, "Stay away from her, or I won't hold back!"

Travis looked surprised. "Mr. Hanson?"

They had seen each other in the upstairs lounge earlier.

Gonzalez shot him a sharp, warning glare before pulling Norah away with long strides.

Watching their joined hands, a dark look flashed across Travis's eyes.

Norah followed behind Gonzalez. Seeing that they were almost back at the banquet hall, she hurriedly tried to pull her hand free.

Gonzalez abruptly stopped and turned around. His rebellious, dark eyes were deeply solemn, as if hiding a storm of unspoken emotions.

Norah froze for a moment.

Gonzalez shifted directions, leading her down a side hallway. At the end of it was a small lounge. It wasn't very spacious, containing only a chest of drawers, a floor-to-ceiling decorative bookshelf, and two sofas.

As soon as they stepped inside, Gonzalez turned around, grabbed Norah by the waist, lifted her, and set her down on the chest of drawers.

Norah gasped in shock, but before she could fully process what was happening, the man's burning lips crashed down onto hers.

She instinctively leaned back, but with the wall right behind her, there was nowhere to escape. She could only press her hands against his broad shoulders, trying desperately to push him away.

However, her strength was nothing compared to his. It was like a feather trying to move a boulder. Her struggling only seemed to pull him closer.

"Mmm—"

He invaded her mouth, kissing her with a frantic intensity, as if he had lost all reason and was simply desperate for release.

Gonzalez caught her flailing wrists and pinned them against the cabinet. He moved like a provoked beast, fully consumed by the moment.

Gonzalez's gravelly voice carried a wild, unbridled edge. "Yeah, I'm a jerk. I'm totally unreasonable. If you keep getting close to Adrian, I won't just kiss you next time!"

Norah sucked in a sharp breath.

The man held her gaze before his eyes drifted downward, landing on her bottom lip, which was red from his suction. He tilted his head slightly and leaned in again.

Knowing she probably couldn't escape anyway, Norah didn't pull back this time.

Stripping away his previous roughness, he kissed her with agonizing tenderness, as if savoring a rare delicacy, taking his time to nip and taste. It was as though he was drinking poison—knowing it would ruin him, but too addicted to stop, tasting it with a mix of exquisite agony and desperation.

This was their first time kissing while completely sober.

Norah was practically innocent when it came to romance, making her no match for him. She was quickly kissed senseless, a shiver racing down her spine with his every swallow.