He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 665

Helena was completely stunned.

She didn't fight back, passively accepting his kiss.

She had no idea how to justify her actions to him anymore.

In this marriage—or rather, in her entire relationship with Julian—

she genuinely owed him so much.

Because of that, she couldn't bring herself to push him away.

He kissed her fiercely, sealing off any chance of escape.

And she didn't try to.

Their tangled bodies tumbled onto the couch.

He devoured her mouth, showing no signs of stopping.

Her hands hung limply over the edge of the cushions, but he quickly grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

The physical difference between them was glaringly obvious.

Fueled by raw, masculine desire—especially for the woman he loved—

his dominance surged like a tidal wave.

She could feel the explosive strength radiating from him.

It threatened to consume her whole in a matter of seconds.

Only a thin layer of fabric separated their burning skin.

"Julian..." she finally managed to gasp out his name.

He ignored her, entirely lost in his own fervent rhythm.

From the unyielding grip he had on her, she knew—

he had absolutely no intention of letting her go tonight.

She felt the hot, damp trail of his kisses tracing down from her forehead, over her eyelids, and to the frantic pulse at her neck.

Moving lower, inch by inch.

Years of suffocating restraint had finally ruptured.

There was no turning back now.

The temperature in the living room skyrocketed.

It grew increasingly scorching.

Their clothes were tangled and disheveled as their heavy pants filled the air.

Right at that moment, the suite door swung open.

Julian's head snapped up, glaring at the entrance with predatory alertness.

Helena froze in shock.

Who else would have the keycard to her room?

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