The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 413

Riley had absolutely no warning. And he was kissing her so aggressively, so deep, that within seconds, her tongue felt entirely numb. It was the dead of winter, yet her entire body was burning up as if she'd been tossed into a furnace.

She was completely enveloped by his overpowering, distinctly masculine scent. Her mind went blank, slowly surrendering to the intoxicating, heated frenzy. But then, a sudden, scorching heat pressed against her chest. The shock of it sent a violent jolt through her entire body, snapping her instantly back to reality.

The moment she realized what was resting against her breast, her soft, melting body instantly locked up, turning stiff as a board.

It wasn't that she was disgusted, and she definitely wasn't rejecting him. It was simply a visceral, biological reaction to an intimacy she had absolutely zero experience with.

Her one and only sexual encounter had been her wedding night—and she had been so heavily drugged by Seraphina that she didn't remember a single second of it. When it came to actual physical intimacy, she was as green and terrified as a teenager.

Sebastian immediately felt the violent stiffening of the woman in his arms. Realizing what he had just done, he smoothly pulled his hand away from her chest and wrapped his arms securely around her. His voice was a low, heavy rasp, thick with violently suppressed desire. "Go to sleep."

He let out a self-deprecating sigh. He had wanted to make her lose her mind, but he was the only one drowning in it.

Riley lay frozen against his chest, her breath coming in short, erratic gasps. With the sudden, jarring halt to their passion, a hollow, sinking feeling opened up in her stomach. She could feel exactly how turned on he was; the physical evidence pressing against her was impossible to ignore.

So why did he stop so abruptly?

Did he find her disgusting?

Was he repulsed by the fact that she was a divorced woman? That she had belonged to another man?

It made perfect sense. He was practically royalty—a man of absolute, untouchable power. There was an endless line of pure, untouched women begging for a single glance from him. Why would a man like that ever lower himself to sleep with another man's discarded wife?

Riley's nose stung, and her eyes burned. A sharp, suffocating agony pierced her heart like a thousand tiny needles. But terrified he would notice her spiraling, she clamped down on her emotions with everything she had.

Staring at his handsome face, Riley's eyes filled with hot tears again. Without even realizing it, she had fallen deeply, hopelessly in love with this man. The kind of love that consumed you. She wanted to be with him forever. She had never felt anything like this in her entire life.

Which was exactly why the slightest hint of rejection from him felt like a physical blow to her chest.

She wanted to trace the lines of his face, but she was terrified of waking him. All she could do was hover her trembling fingers over his brow, his nose, his lips. A tear spilled over her lashes, dropping onto the pillowcase and leaving a dark, wet stain.

Desperate to hide the evidence before he woke up, she aggressively scrubbed her eyes, squeezed them shut, and spent the next several minutes wrestling her heartbreak back into submission.

For the next twenty minutes, she didn't sleep a wink. She just lay there, staring at him in silence.

When the time was up, she softly called out, "Sebastian. Time to wake up."