His burning kisses rained down on her, carrying long-suppressed desire and an almost feral possessiveness as he eagerly parted her lips and claimed her.
"Mmm..."
Overwhelmed by his intense assault, Noreen could only let out soft whimpers.
Her hands weakly grabbed onto his broad shoulders.
The kiss was too deep, too urgent, bearing his signature dominance that left no room for refusal.
Seth's kisses trailed from her lips, sweeping past her sensitive jawline, and leaving branding marks down the length of her elegant neck.
"Noreen..."
He panted softly against her ear, his voice rough and laced with a hint of desperate restraint.
In response, Noreen lifted herself slightly and pressed her lips against his throat.
Given permission, Seth abandoned all hesitation.
Noreen felt her entire body turn to liquid, floating on a cloud as she surrendered completely to his demands.
Under the dim glow of the lamp, two silhouettes tangled intimately in the shadows.
...
For the first time in her life, Noreen slept past her alarm.
It was something that had never happened since she entered the workforce.
The space beside her was empty, the sheets already cold.
It was a clear sign that he had been gone for a while.
A pang of emptiness echoed in her chest.
She quickly shook off the feeling, tossing the covers aside to get up and wash.
While brushing her teeth, she rubbed her aching hand.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she barely recognized herself.
Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes dewy—she looked entirely like a woman thoroughly loved.
Last night, she had been terrified that Claire might barge into her room, keeping her completely on edge.
Because of that, Seth hadn't dared to take things too far.
Noreen knew how frustrated he was, so in the end, she had used her hands to help him find release.
She just hadn't realized it would be so exhausting...
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