The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 313

The two of them in the private pool had completely surrendered to the resort's intimate atmosphere, their bodies slick and bare. A premium condom sat suggestively on a silver tray beside the water.

"Stop messing around. These walls are paper thin..."

"We're miles away from home," he murmured, lightly biting her earlobe.

"Don't, let's wait until we're back inside..."

"I already brought the condom out here."

Zane's hands grew increasingly bold, tracing her stunning curves as Elara offered a weak, breathless resistance. "What if there's someone next door..."

"In a place like this, that's just part of the fun," Zane whispered seductively.

"No... it's shameless..."

"It's freezing outside, there's no one around," Zane said, his desperation making him spout whatever came to mind. "Even if there is, they won't understand a word we're saying."

"No—"

He silenced her protests with a deep, consuming kiss. "Tell me you want it."

With a swift motion, Zane lifted her out of the water, settling her on the smooth wooden steps and wrapping a dry towel around her shoulders.

"Let me taste you..."

Elara gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "Don't!"

"Be a good girl, let me. I know exactly how much you love it."

Zane was relentlessly determined. Elara quickly melted under his touch, an irresistible, breathy moan slipping past her lips...

Her breathing grew erratic and heavy. What did it take for someone to completely lose control of their own breath?

It was like the aftermath of an intense workout, a pounding heart and a desperate need for air.

Or, it was the unbearable pleasure of a skilled lover, leaving a woman gasping, shuddering with every stroke...

"Zane..."

"Zane..."

She cried out his name, overwhelmed by the intoxicating rush...

A stranger might not have recognized the voice, but Jocelyn Yale absolutely knew who Zane was.

She was intimately familiar with every nuance of her ex-husband's name.

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