The True Heiress Returns (Tilda Jenson) novel Chapter 636

Chapter 636 What It’ll Be Like if We Get Married

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Jude threaded his fingers through Tilda’s hair, breathing in the soft, sweet scent. His voice went. low and tender. “Do you want to fall asleep in my arms?”

“Let’s start by leaning on you first, then I’ll sleep in your arms later. You’re already mine, anyway. I can do whatever I want–do you even have a choice?”

Tilda nuzzled against him like a little kitten, her warm, soft body pressing lightly against him, sending thrilling shivers through Jude’s chest.

The scent of her hair was the deadliest drug in the world.

Once it touched him, he could only lose himself, becoming hers completely.

“Alright… I’m already yours. Do whatever you want. I won’t resist.”

“What? You make it sound like I’m forcing you. Do I seem that desperate?”

Tilda made an exaggerated face.

Am I overthinking? Or is there something suggestive in his tone?

Jude dropped his gaze, his voice thick with longing. “I wish you’d take the lead. It isn’t you who’s desperate–it’s me.”

His warm breath skimmed Tilda’s car, loosening a stray hair and sending a ripple of goosebumps through her.

She felt a shiver at his teasing nearness, her heart picking up speed. She almost reached up to touch his forehead.

Is this guy running a fever?

He’s Mr. Bell–the powerful CEO everyone respects. He’s supposed to be dominant, composed. Why is he acting like a lovesick schoolboy?

Finally, Tilda laughed out loud. “You’re such a flirt!”

“Can I take that as a compliment?”

Jude leaned in, his eyes intense and unblinking. Their noses nearly touched, and the little brushes of breath between them made everything electric.

Jude’s face was dangerously captivating–eyes deep enough to drown in, perfectly arched brows, sharp, sculpted features, high cheekbones, and lips gradually darkening with desire.

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“Ugh! I can’t hold back anymore!”

Tilda gave in. She grabbed his hands and pushed him back onto the couch.

Straddling him, she threaded her fingers through his tie and sank her teeth into his neck.

It wasn’t violent–just a soft, intimate nip between lovers.

Her pale teeth grazed his skin and sent a jolt through him.

She only nibbled like a kitten–why stop so soon? She shouldn’t hold back.

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