I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 238

Bonnie never expected Quentin to kiss her after she had spelled everything out so clearly.

She pushed against him, bracing both hands against his rock-hard chest in a desperate bid to escape.

But the difference in their strength was insurmountable. Quentin kissed her as if he had lost his mind, one large hand gripping the back of her neck, leaving her nowhere to hide.

The blistering heat radiating off him felt especially scalding in the dead of night.

The harder she fought, the more aggressive his movements became.

Shifting his weight, he pinned her directly against the leather sofa in the living room.

In the chaos, her thin collar was yanked askew, and two buttons tore free, pinging loudly in the quiet room.

A wide expanse of pale skin was exposed to the air, and his hands began to wander.

She went stiff, a scream lodging in her throat.

But as she felt the erratic, thunderous beating of his heart and saw the thick veins bulging along his neck, her frantic pushing slowly came to a halt.

She could clearly tell that Quentin's condition was dangerously unstable.

His internal energy was completely chaotic. If he kept pushing himself like this, his neurological blindness would certainly flare up.

Closing her eyes, she forced herself to remain calm.

She wasn't indulging his loss of control; she just knew this was not the time to fight back with force.

Sensing the sudden stillness of the woman in his arms, his rough movements jerked to a halt.

The bruising, chaotic kiss slowly gentled under her silent, almost hollow compliance.

As a sliver of reason returned, Quentin opened his eyes and looked down at the girl beneath him. Her clothes were a mess, her eyes were rimmed red, yet she was staring at him with a terrifying, vacant calm.

In that instant, the reality of what he was doing crashed over him, draining all the color from his face.

He snatched his hands back and vaulted off her, his chest heaving violently, his face pale and stricken.

Bonnie slowly sat up, her trembling fingers adjusting her ruined collar to hide the red marks blooming across her collarbone.

After a long moment, she looked up at him, her voice still hoarse from the kiss.

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