I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 442

Finn's breathing turned impossibly heavy.

He didn't say a word. As he leaned down to capture her lips, his hands slid from the curve of her waist straight to her back, his fingertips tracing a slow, agonizing path up her spine.

Sienna tilted her head back to meet his kiss, the thick, steamy air tangling their desperate breaths together.

She could hear her own pulse hammering in her ears, beating at a frantic, reckless rhythm.

His mouth dragged from the corner of her lips down to her jaw, trailing lower to press against the sensitive skin of her neck.

Sienna's fingers tangled into the short hair at the nape of his neck, clutching tight before slowly relaxing.

Her shoes hit the floor with a soft thud.

Her slender legs instinctively wrapped around his lean waist.

The two of them devoured each other, moving seamlessly from the vanity to the edge of the tub.

Without breaking the kiss, they tumbled right into the water together.

The temperature was perfect. The warmth surged around them from every angle, entirely enveloping Sienna as the water level rose just over their shoulders.

The thin fabric of her clothes clung to her skin instantly, perfectly mapping out the stunning curves of her waist.

Finn's large hands gripped her sides. He could feel the burning heat of her skin straight through the soaked material, his fingers wrapping around the delicate dip of her waist. He had held her like this countless times before, and it drove him absolutely out of his mind every single time.

He stared down at Sienna, his dark lashes heavily clumped with the damp steam.

His eyes were glued to her face, terrified that if he blinked, she might just vanish into thin air.

His hands didn't stop moving for a second. His thumbs traced the sleek lines of her waist, mapping the curves with a greedy, possessive hunger, as if he were trying to make up for four years of starvation in one breath.

Suddenly, the phone on the vanity erupted.

The violent buzzing sent a harsh, vibrating rattle against the marble countertop, the noise slicing through the steamy haze with an obnoxious, relentless urgency.

Finn let out a jagged breath. He dropped his forehead against Sienna's, his voice thick with raw frustration and regret.

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