He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 570

Would she say his name?

Just as he braced himself, a soft, breathy giggle escaped her lips.

"You're so annoying," she scolded him adorably, thoroughly lost to the drug.

She didn't give him an answer.

Instead, in the next second, she yanked him down by his lapels.

Caught off guard, he stumbled, collapsing onto the massive bed.

Taking her down with him.

Amidst the frantic pushing and pulling, her evening gown was torn away.

The delicate fabric gave way far easier than regular clothes.

Her luminous skin was bared to the cool air.

A deadly, intoxicating sight.

Her restless hands pushed him over the edge.

With a low growl, his restraint shattered completely.

"Helena, you asked for this," he grated out, every word dripping with dark promise.

She couldn't reply.

She was entirely consumed by instinct.

Tangled together on the bed, they crashed into each other, neither showing an ounce of mercy.

Driven by years of suffocating denial, he finally gave in to the explosive release.

Suddenly, an autumn downpour broke over the city.

Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Crystal droplets slid down the glass in jagged paths.

Outside, wild roses drank greedily from the torrential storm, blooming fiercely in the dark.

Inside, their intertwined silhouettes reflected perfectly in the rain-slicked glass.

His large, predatory hands gripped her slender waist tightly.

Rolling, conquering, devouring.

The temperature in the room skyrocketed.

Gradually, her radiant complexion flushed a deep, sinful crimson.

Soft whimpers melted into heavy, ragged breaths, harmonizing in the dark.

Her body was slick with the scent of their passion, and he was no better.

"Helena." With a final, guttural roar, the storm finally broke.

The suite fell dead silent, save for the sound of their ragged breathing.

Clothes littered the floor; the sheets were a tangled wreck.

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