Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155: At Your Disposal

Dorrent reached over, grabbing the medical shears from the bedside table. He worked with a surprising, meticulous gentleness, his hands moving with absolute precision as he cut through the thick plaster cast of her right arm. He removed the heavy casing, his warm fingers gently massaging her pale, stiff wrist to restore the blood flow.

But then, he had to move to her ribs.

"Lean up," Dorrent commanded softly.

Jannah slowly sat up, her heart beginning to hammer against her ribs as Dorrent reached down, his large hands gently gathering the hem of her nightdress and raising it up to her armpits, exposing the compression bandages wrapped tightly around her slender torso.

As his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her waist, Jannah felt his hot, rhythmic breath fan across her skin. He began to slowly, methodically unwrap the bandage, his fingers sliding beneath the cotton strips to guide them off her body.

Every single time his hand made contact with her bare skin, a sudden, electric shockwave of butterflies exploded inside Jannah’s lower abdomen. She could see the way his eyes were intensely looking at her exposed waist, his pupils dilated with a hunger he was actively struggling to cage. The intoxicating heat of his winter-frost pheromones—which he had been releasing in light waves since the moment he entered the room—was acting like a highly potent aphrodisiac on her system.

She wanted him to finish faster. She wanted him to get away from her before the burning heat between her thighs completely drove her insane, before her omega biology entirely shattered her mind.

But Dorrent was clearly enjoying every single second of the process. He could feel the sudden, rapid spasms of her muscles, the way her skin grew hot and covered in goosebumps whenever his fingers made contact with her hips. He liked her reaction. He liked knowing that despite her hatred, her body was completely helpless against his tier presence.

"Hurry up!" Jannah suddenly shouted, her voice cracking with a desperate panic as she tried to pull away from his touch. "Just get it over with!"

Dorrent stopped instantly.

He didn’t release her. Instead, his hand shot forward, capturing her right hand in a firm, unyielding grip and dragging it toward his chest. He pressed her small, delicate palm flat against the left side of his chest, right over his pounding heart.

"Can you feel it, Jannah?" Dorrent asked, "My heart... it is also beating hard for you. Whatever you are feeling right now... whatever chaotic heat is running through your system... I am also feeling the same thing."

He slowly guided his other hand toward her chest, his warm palm resting gently over her heart. It was hammering at a frantic, terrifying speed, her chest heaving against his fingers.

"We have such a great, undeniable chemistry, Jannah," Dorrent whispered, his eyes locking onto hers with intense gravity. "Yet you are always trying to run away from me. Why can’t you just go with the flow? Why can’t you just allow yourself to get exactly what your body wants? I am completely at your disposal, little herbalist. If you feel like you can’t bear the heat... if your weak omega body is driving you completely insane with this arousal right now... you can strip my clothes. You can do absolutely anything you wish to my body to satiate yourself. I won’t stop you."

Jannah’s breathing turned ragged. Down below, her vagina was already releasing thick, hot fluids, her nightgown growing damp as his powerful winter-frost scent completely dismantled her internal defenses. She glared at him through a fog of raw, primitive desire, her teeth grinding together as she tried to fight the wet heat pooling between her thighs.

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