She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 100

Instead, he dragged his searing lips down her slender neck. There was absolutely nothing gentle about it; it was a hungry, aggressive claiming as he trailed fiery kisses lower.

He ghosted over the elegant curve of her shoulder, pressing his heavy body flush against hers, desperate to soothe the bone-deep ache ravaging his system.

The heat inside him escalated exponentially, tightening his throat and pulling heavy, ragged breaths from his burning lungs.

Only by touching her, by consuming her, could he find any semblance of peace.

Yet, his stubborn mind violently insisted that this was nothing more than a chemical reaction—a biological imperative dictated by the wine, not genuine desire for the woman beneath him.

But every slide of skin, every frantic touch, only fueled the chaotic inferno, pulling him deeper into a dark, intoxicating spiral he couldn't stop.

He wanted nothing more than to obliterate the space between them and possess her completely.

To drown out the agonizing fire in the overwhelming softness of her body.

Deep in her drunken haze, Quinn felt something damp and rough dragging across her skin. The heavy, masculine panting ringing in her ears sent a jolt of discomfort through her fogged brain.

A spike of adrenaline kicked in, and she fought desperately to claw her way back to consciousness.

Peeling her heavy eyelids open, she tried to make sense of the situation.

The alcohol kept her vision swimming, rendering her limbs utterly useless.

The blurry figure looming over her... was that Miles?

Panic flared. What the hell was he doing in her room?

No, it couldn't be him.

He looked at her like she was radioactive waste. There was no way he would ever touch her like this.

She tried to shove him off, but her arms felt like lead.

Feeling her writhe beneath him, Miles assumed she was willingly pressing into his touch. His eyes clouded with immediate disgust.

Even so, a massive surge of dark satisfaction and undeniable pleasure flooded his senses.

Oblivious to his hypocritical revulsion, Quinn only knew she needed to get this heavy, grabbing stranger off her.

Fumbling blindly with her free hand, her fingers curled around a heavy cellphone on the nightstand. Without a second thought, she smashed it directly into the man's skull.

Miles was entirely consumed by the moment when—

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