The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 686

Chapter 686

Chapter 686

“Baby, you look so adorable when you’re angry. It makes me want to explode.”

He reached out to caress her cheek.

With bloodshot eyes, Damaris clamped her teeth down on the webbing between his thumb and forefinger.

She bit down with everything she had, her jaw aching from the exertion. The coppery taste of blood flooded her mouth, making her stomach

churn.

But rather than recoil, Lawrence only grew more ecstatic. A bizarre light gleamed in his blue eyes as he gazed at her in pure infatuation.

“There’s a saying where you’re from: ‘Hitting is a sign of intimacy, scolding is a sign of love. You bit me until I bled. Does that mean you love me very, very much?”

She closed her eyes in despair, her strength failing as she finally released his hand.

A deep ring of teeth marks scarred his hand, blood oozing steadily from the wound.

He paid it no mind. Instead, he leaned in and brushed his lip’s against hers. “My baby loves me. I’m so happy.”

He descended into a deep, consuming kiss.

Having drained all her remaining strength biting him, she couldn’t fight off his relentless assault. He kissed her until she was entirely breathless,

pushing her to the brink of passing out.

Breathing heavily, Lawrence pulled back. His hands trailed over her soft

curves, smearing the fresh blood onto her luminous skin.

The stark contrast of the vibrant crimson against her pale body was

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visually intoxicating.

It triggered something deep within his senses, heightening his arousal even further.

“Damaris, baby,” he rasped, his voice thick with need. “I really am going to explode. Touch me?”

He guided her hand downward.

Her chest heaved violently. Suddenly, she clenched her fingers with all her might.

But he seized her wrist in a flash, applying just enough pressure to stop her from closing her hand completely.

“Baby, what are you doing? If you break it, how will I give you pleasure?

Don’t be unreasonable.”

A flicker of rage crossed the depths of his blue eyes, but it vanished instantly as he reverted to coaxing her with unsettling tenderness.

“You poor thing, you’re all swollen. I applied some ointment for you. I’ll let you rest today, and we’ll go get something to eat.”

He kissed her lovingly, unlocked the chain, and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her toward the walk-in closet.

“My baby’s skin is so delicate. You must wear the finest clothes in the world, the softest fabrics, so you won’t feel any pain.”

Lawrence sifted through the racks meticulously, holding up an array of long dresses against her figure.

Damaris stared at him with chilling apathy before letting out a scoff. “You’re a psycho. No one could ever love a lunatic.”

He froze. With his back to her, he stared blankly at the dazzling array of exquisite gowns, the depths of his gaze terrifyingly hollow.

A full two seconds passed before he spoke. “That’s not true, baby.

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