The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 791

My back didn't actually hit the cold surface of the wall.

It wasn't because Eden Gardens had the central heating blasting twenty-four seven, making the apartment feel like a perpetual spring day without a chill in the air.

It was because Ferris had instantly slipped his palm behind my back to cushion the impact.

His body, however, pressed flush against mine. Dipping his head, he captured my lips in another urgent, hungry kiss.

Forced to tilt my head back, I surrendered to his intensity and his undeniable tenderness.

I also surrendered as he effortlessly stripped away my clothes, layer by layer.

"No, wait..." I tried to resist.

But by now, I was down to just my thin undershirt, and my protests felt embarrassingly weak.

In truth, Ferris didn't give me much of a chance to fight back. He bent his knees, scooped me effortlessly into his arms, and strode straight toward the bathroom.

The intoxicating scent of cedarwood enveloped me. His movements were incredibly gentle as his low, gravelly voice brushed against my ear. "Selena, let's get you washed up."

It had been a chaotic few days at the hospital, and I really hadn't showered in two days. A hot, relaxing bath actually sounded heavenly right now.

I weakly tried to squirm out of his hold. "Then... I'll wash up first."

I knew exactly how Ferris operated. On the outside, he was the picture of arrogant, unapproachable perfection—an icy mountain meant to be admired from afar.

But behind closed doors, he was utterly insatiable, like a greedy child refusing to miss a single opportunity to devour his favorite treat.

Inside this familiar penthouse, he had claimed me countless times, in every way imaginable, and the bathroom was undeniably one of his favorite hunting grounds.

The fact that he was carrying me in there right now told me exactly what was on his mind.

That was why I refused to bathe with him. I needed to go first.