Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3532

After dinner, Carson lounged in front of the TV, watching a football game. Marina grabbed a cocktail and sat beside him, quickly getting engrossed in the match.

Suddenly, Carson extended an arm, pulling her entire body into his embrace. He rested his chin on her shoulder, treating her like a human body pillow.

Marina stiffened, struggling to pull away.

Carson tightened his grip on her waist, keeping her firmly in place. "Just like this. It's warm."

Marina scoffed. "The apartment is climate-controlled. Stop making excuses to cop a feel."

Carson chuckled deeply. "Then why are your hands so cold?"

He enveloped her hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb over her skin.

The heat of his broad chest radiated against her back, and his palms were wonderfully warm. He wrapped around her like a furnace, melting away her tension until she felt boneless and utterly relaxed. She had to admit—she didn't hate the feeling.

Marina gradually settled into his embrace, the walls of her resistance slowly crumbling.

With her soft, fragrant warmth pressed against him, Carson's favorite sport quickly lost its appeal. His attention drifted, and he slowly lowered his head, pressing a kiss to the side of her face. His lips traced the delicate line of her jaw. Then, he lifted a hand to cup her cheek, turning her head just as their lips crashed together in a deep, consuming kiss.

His kiss was incredibly tender, his teeth softly grazing her bottom lip. It was like a hook, pulling her down into an inescapable, suffocating depth.

Marina's heart hammered frantically against her ribs. Panicked by how far things were escalating beyond her control, she instinctively tried to lean back.

Taking advantage of her movement, he smoothly guided her down onto the wide, plush sofa, framing her face with his hands as he deepened the kiss.

The game continued to play on the TV, the commentators shouting with infectious, adrenaline-fueled excitement. But the heat of his mouth was just as intoxicating, setting her blood on fire.

Carson murmured things into her ear—soft, sweet, devastatingly intimate words. In the quiet darkness of the night, his voice was dangerously seductive.

Through the dizzying haze of lust, Marina realized that Carson was no saint. He was the devil himself.

A devil completely intent on stealing her soul.

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