The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 521

Nathalie's breath caught for a split second, her body going rigidly still.

Lance laid her down on the bed, his intense heat enveloping her. He hovered over her, taking in her slightly drowsy, disheveled appearance.

"Why the rush to leave?"

He asked the question in a low, resonant voice as he slowly lowered himself. His signature crisp, clean scent settled over her, wrapping around her inch by inch until she was completely trapped.

Nathalie tensed, her fingers curling against the sheets. Watching his slow, deliberate movements, she frowned slightly. "If we're doing this, then hurry up. Are you a man or not, dragging it out like this?"

"Heh..."

Lance let out a soft scoff. "You of all people should know exactly what kind of man I am."

Instead of his usual fiery urgency, he closed the distance by mere millimeters. The tip of his nose brushed lightly against her cheek, and his lips grazed the corner of her mouth in a phantom touch.

It was a fleeting contact.

There was no real physical weight to it, yet his presence commanded her every sense.

He was taking his time, letting the anticipation build.

With his teasing movements, a faint, rosy flush began to spread across her luminous skin. She had just showered; a subtle, warm fragrance clung to her, and her long hair fanned out in tousled waves across the mattress.

Nathalie instinctively pushed against his chest. "If you're not going to do anything, I'm leaving."

"Who said I wasn't going to do anything?"

Lance pinned her wrists down, pressing light, teasing kisses along her jawline.

"I just want to take it slow today. Are you in that much of a hurry?"

For every word he spoke, he pressed another kiss to her skin. His predatory gaze was locked onto her, closely monitoring her reactions.

Nathalie's breathing grew shaky. She knew perfectly well she couldn't outmuscle him.

Resigned, she shut her eyes, refusing to look at him or rush him anymore.

But Lance wasn't deterred by her passive resistance. He knew her body's most sensitive points far too well. With just a few expert strokes and playful caresses from his fingertips, a light tremble racked her frame.

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