She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 279

Once inside the apartment, he didn't immediately rush things.

He pressed her against the wall in the entryway, kissing her fiercely for a long time.

His kiss tasted faintly of alcohol and tobacco. It made her head spin, but it was absolutely intoxicating. He knew all of her weak spots, playing her body like an instrument. She was completely at his mercy, tipping her head back to take everything he gave her. When it became too much, she would whimper and try to shake her head; when he pulled back, she would chase his lips, desperate for more.

They kissed in a haze for what felt like forever.

He finally cupped her face, studying her features with intense focus. Even in the height of his desperation, he wanted to look at her, to burn this exact moment into his memory. This was Joyce, but it was also Hilda in her youth. He wanted to treasure this. But knowing this was a memory only he would ever hold brought a sharp, bitter edge to his joy.

Eventually, he carried her into the bedroom.

It was tender, passionate, and relentless.

Fueled equally by alcohol and overwhelming desire, he took her until he was utterly, profoundly satisfied.

Afterward, he buried his face in her dark hair.

The lights were off. He didn't want her to see the dampness gathering at the corners of his eyes.

Holding her felt like getting his entire world back.

He held her impossibly tight. She was still just as delicate as ever. During the act, she had been incredibly green, trembling and genuinely intimidated by his sheer size and intensity.

In her mind, she had never been with a man before.

She tried to shift her weight. But he refused to let her move. He just kept his arms locked around her, gently stroking her arm. His chest felt so full it might burst. "Just lay with me a little longer... okay?"

Joyce let out a tiny hum. Her voice was husky, carrying the undeniable, sultry exhaustion of a woman who had just been thoroughly wrecked.

It was the sound of a woman who had been loved fiercely.

But after a few minutes, she spoke up, sounding genuinely bothered. "Luther... it didn't hurt."

She had no memory of ever being in a relationship.

But clearly, her body knew it wasn't her first time.

And that actually bothered her a lot.

He shifted slightly in the dark to look down at her face, realizing she was actually upset about it. Stroking her cheek, he said, "You're really hung up on that? I ran a 52-page background check on you, Ms. Croix. You've never been in a relationship, and you've never been with anyone else. As for why it didn't hurt or bleed, a lot of girls lose it during sports or gym class. It's a completely normal biological thing. Don't worry about it."

Her mood instantly brightened.

Her cheeks flushed a deep, happy crimson.

So that was it.

She turned around in his arms, wanting to say something but feeling suddenly shy.

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