He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 199

He never used to do things like this.

Even in their most passionate moments, he had merely been venting his carnal urges.

There was only raw, primal friction between them, never any tender affection.

The moment she felt his arms around her, she began to thrash wildly.

The harder she fought, the more agitated he became.

A purely physiological response flared to life, his gaze growing predatory as desire rushed through him.

His large, firm hands clamped onto her waist, squeezing warningly.

His deep, raspy voice brushed right against her ear, delivering a low, deliberate threat.

"Keep moving, and I'll take you right now," he muttered, sounding almost casual, though the threat was incredibly real.

She instantly went statue-still.

She knew he wasn't joking.

Seeing her submit, he murmured softly, "Go to sleep."

And then, he didn't make another move.

She kept her back to him, entirely unable to drift off.

She was a bundled mess of anxiety and terror.

More than anything, she couldn't decipher what the hell he was playing at.

After months of ruthless abuse, this sudden, overwhelming intimacy was completely unmanageable.

Meanwhile, the steady rhythm of his breathing soon filled the silence.

He had actually fallen asleep.

She tossed and turned internally for hours, exhaustion slowly wearing down her defenses.

Eventually, she succumbed to an exhausted sleep.

Almost the second her body finally relaxed, his eyes snapped open.

He had long since adjusted to the dark.

He stared at her with a wildly complex expression for a very long time.

Yet, he never made a move to disturb her.

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