His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 251

Virginia's eyes widened in panic, an uncontrollable tremor racking her frame as she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself.

When she was eighteen, Richard and Eleanor had heartlessly locked her in the attic. One particular night during a thunderstorm had carried this exact suffocating sense of dark, damp despair—a terror she remembered vividly to this day.

Her breathing grew ragged, her chest tightening painfully.

A second later, a tall figure enveloped her, bringing with him the crisp, comforting scent of ebony wood and bergamot.

Archer's broad, burning-hot palms covered her ears.

The roar of the thunder was instantly muffled. The astonishing heat radiating from the man felt as though it were melting away the freezing trauma of years past.

"Don't be afraid," he murmured hoarsely, his brows furrowed.

Virginia froze, her eyes stinging with unshed tears.

Heavy raindrops battered against the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a relentless, chaotic rhythm.

Archer lowered his head, his gaze landing on the reddened corners of her eyes. With a slight frown, he leaned down and pressed his cool lips against hers.

It started as a restrained, gentle touch, but gradually deepened.

His long, elegant fingers had somehow moved from her ears to the back of her head, while his other hand instinctively slipped around her waist. With a gentle pull, he brought her entirely into his embrace.

Virginia was entirely consumed by the kiss. For a moment, she forgot the freezing dampness of the attic and the roaring thunderstorm outside. All that existed was the man in front of her, pulling at a desire she could barely control.

An eternity seemed to pass before Archer finally pulled away.

His breathing was heavy as he rested his forehead against hers, a predatory, intense desire swirling in his dark eyes.

Virginia could clearly feel the hardened evidence of his arousal against her. A fiery blush spread down her neck and ears, and she suddenly found nowhere safe to look.

Archer's gaze softened. He took a half-step back and swept her up into his arms.

After placing her gently on the bed, he pulled the thin duvet over her, tucking her in securely. "Go to sleep."

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