She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 289

"Who am I?"

Miles's voice was rough, his eyes swimming with heavy, dark desire as his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

"You're..."

"You're... a block of ice..."

Miles's expression darkened instantly.

He had thought she recognized him, that a sliver of her sanity had returned as she pressed against him.

But she just thought he was a block of ice?

"Quinn, look closely. I am not a block of ice, I am—"

Finding him entirely too loud, Quinn silenced his protests by crashing her soft lips against his.

Miles's entire body went rigid. His eyes snapped wide open in sheer disbelief.

He meant to push her away, but the intoxicating, sweet taste of peach on her lips paralyzed his hands in mid-air.

A jolt of electricity shot through his veins, leaving a tingling numbness in its wake.

He was completely out of his depth.

His frozen hands acted on pure instinct, wrapping tightly around her narrow waist.

Quinn only registered how incredibly cool and soothing the ice block felt. His arms were perfectly chilled, and she wanted to melt into them to extinguish the fire burning inside her.

Miles had no idea kissing a woman could feel this euphoric. He had kept women at arm's length for years, and his only true physical memories were tied to this exact woman.

A wave of soft, scorching heat exploded in his chest, flooding through his veins.

But in his deepest memories, he had never actually kissed her like this.

This kiss was maddening. It left him craving more.

Quinn had only been exploring, trying to absorb the chill from the ice block in her hazy delirium.

She tried to pull away, but he clearly had no intention of letting the kiss end so easily.

Men seemed to possess an innate, primal instinct for this. What started as a light graze quickly deepened as his restraint shattered, demanding entrance...

What began as Quinn's unconscious, clumsy initiation swiftly reversed roles.

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