The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 164

Unable to withstand the intense, predatory heat of his gaze, she lowered her eyes.

Feeling the subtle tremble of her skin beneath his palm, he shifted his focus, leaning down until his face hovered mere inches from her cheek.

His hot breath fanned across her ear. Elara held her breath, refusing to pull away, and simply closed her eyes.

Now that they had reached this tipping point, Zane was suddenly in no rush. He tilted his head, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her temple. His lips brushed against the shell of her ear before he took the lobe into his mouth, licking and sucking with agonizing slowness.

In the mirror, their necks were intertwined, a breathtaking portrait of raw lust battling desperate restraint.

His mouth trailed down her elegant, swan-like neck, leaving burning kisses in its wake.

Her breathing fractured. The aching need sank straight into her bones, causing her to instinctively tilt her head back, silently begging for more, for something deeper.

His voice was a dark, gravelly whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Let me touch..."

It was soft.

Even softer than it had been through her T-shirt the last time.

She kept her eyes shut tight. Her legal team had already submitted the divorce papers to the court. There was no going back now.

Reaching up, she wrapped a hand around the back of his neck.

The towel slipped, pooling at her waist to reveal a stunning expanse of pale skin.

He captured her lips again, kissing her hard and deep. He was no longer satisfied with her passive compliance; his hands guided her, silently demanding that she kiss him back.

Elara's face flushed a brilliant, burning crimson. At first, she hesitated, but the man was relentless. Finally, she slid her arms around his neck and surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of his mouth.

Because she didn't love him, she had always assumed she would hate something as intimate as swapping saliva. To her, kissing had always felt far more vulnerable than actually sleeping with someone.

She could detach herself during sex—after all, a condom provided a physical barrier.

But the truth was, she was wildly addicted to his kisses.

Apparently, not all kisses were created equal. She didn't know if he was just that unbelievably skilled, or if she was simply starved for touch at this stage of her life.

All she knew was...

The more he kissed her, the more she lost her mind.

Grabbing her waist, he hoisted her onto the marble vanity in one fluid motion, pressing his body flush against hers as he claimed her mouth again.

His hands were entirely unapologetic.

Her beautiful, makeup-free face was flushed with heat.

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