The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 298

He reached up to cup her cheek, his eyes dark with predatory lust. "Did you like it?" he asked again.

She was too embarrassed to form words, but her body's reaction was impossible to hide.

She reached out to loop her arms around his neck, driven by a primal instinct to pull him closer.

As the woman beneath him wrapped herself around him, Zane sensed a subtle shift in the air.

It wasn't that she had never initiated before; she had thrown herself at him that very first night on the balcony.

But there was an undeniable change in her now, even if he couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was.

She gently nuzzled against his jawline. The slight scrape of his stubble against her skin sent an involuntary shiver through her, and she drew in a sharp breath as she tilted her head, searching for his lips.

"Wait—" He pulled back slightly. "Let me go wash up first."

Just because he was willing to do that for her didn't mean she would enjoy tasting the aftermath.

Zane rushed to the bathroom, splashing water on his face and quickly rinsing his mouth.

When he returned, a stray drop of cool water fell from his face onto hers.

He kissed her fiercely, claiming her mouth with wild abandon and instantly reigniting the raging inferno of desire in her veins.

She clung to him desperately, matching his heat with a feverish intensity of her own.

He flipped her effortlessly, pressing her flush against the back of the sofa.

He undid his belt, whipping the leather through the loops and tossing it carelessly onto the rug...

When it was over, she collapsed against the cushions, utterly boneless, her chest heaving as she fought for air.

He slumped heavily over her, his breathing just as ragged.

"Do you understand the difference now?" he murmured, his expression relaxed and his gaze infinitely tender.

Elara stared up at him in a daze, her brain completely short-circuiting.

Zane pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "This is making love. The climax is just the end result."

This time, it finally clicked.

Reaching the finish line might be the goal, but intimacy was like reading a good book. The ending was the result, but no one skipped straight to the last page.

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