Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214: A Rare Confession

Dorrent’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a dangerous mix of frustration and dark, possessive hunger as he hovered directly over her. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them lightly beside her head against the mattress.

"You can’t bring me this far, Jannah..." Dorrent rasped out, his deep voice thick and rough as he pressed his hips forward, forcing her to feel the crushing, rock-hard reality of his erection, "...and just bail out on me at the last minute."

Jannah kept her chin tilted away, her eyes flashing through her lashes as her chest heaved against his shirt. "I just thought about your upcoming rut cycle!" she fired back, her voice trembling as she tried to pull her face further out of his reach. "I don’t want to be completely exhausted by you right now! You’re going to have me during your rut anyway, just like you said!"

Dorrent stared down at her flushed, indignant face, his sharp mind instantly cutting through her excuse. The sudden shift in her tone hadn’t started when she mentioned his rut—it had happened the exact split second he mentioned his ex.

A sudden, quiet realization washed over him. The sharp, defiant girl beneath him wasn’t just being stubborn; she was burning with jealousy.

"I am sorry," Dorrent delivered low, his tone dropping into a surprisingly gentle, sincere register as he loosened his grip on her wrists. "I am sorry for mentioning my ex in this moment, Jannah. It just slipped out. I swear to you... I wasn’t recalling her in a good way."

"That is NOT the reason!" Jannah shrieked softly, her face burning like fire as she planted both of her hands flat against his broad chest, shoving against him with all the strength left in her small body. "Get off me! Get away from me!"

Deep down, her soul was bleeding. As much as she hated to admit it—as much as she swore to herself every single day that she hated this arrogant tyrant—it hurt her so profoundly that Dorrent was lying on top of her, touching her intimately, and thinking about another woman. It tore at her heart in a way she couldn’t control. She despised how possessive she had become over him, how the simple mention of another female’s existence in his past could make her blood boil with such wild, agonizing anger.

"Jannah, listen to me..." Dorrent tried to explain, his hand reaching out to touch her burning cheek. "I only recalled how—"

"What?!" Jannah interrupted, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of tears suddenly spilled over her lashes and poured down her cheeks. "You just remembered how beautiful your ex used to be?! How amazingly sexy she looked?! How decent and refined she was, unlike me?! Unlike a slum girl who gives into you the moment you touch her body?!"

She was completely rambling now, her entire frame trembling violently beneath his chest as words she didn’t even fully understand poured out of her heart like a broken dam.

"If you’re not satisfied with me, then why the hell are you marrying me?!" Jannah sobbed out, her eyes wide, wet, and filled with a tragic, heartbroken panic as her chest heaved. "Go back to her! Go back to your beautiful ex and leave me alone! Just leave me the hell alone!"

Dorrent stood completely frozen above her, his eyes wide with utter amazement.

He stared down at the innocent, sobbing girl trembling beneath him, watching her weep over a woman who meant absolutely nothing to him. The unvarnished confession in her tears—the raw, possessive love she was openly bleeding out without even realizing it—shattered something deep within him. A profound, seismic shift occurred inside his chest. He didn’t just see a stubborn herbalist or a genetic key to his bloodline anymore; he saw a fragile, beautiful girl who was desperately, helplessly in love with him, completely terrified of her own heart.

A soft, extraordinarily tender warmth softened Dorrent’s handsome features. He leaned down, wrapping his arms tightly around her shoulders, pulling her trembling frame flush against his beating heart.

"I like you, Jannah," Dorrent whispered, his deep baritone carrying an absolute truth against her ear. "I like you so damn much."

Before she could process his words, Dorrent lowered his head and captured her lips in a deep, suffocating kiss.

Jannah instantly resisted, turning her head and pressing her lips tight, but Dorrent was unyielding. He cupped her jaw softly, his thumb gently stroking her skin, his mouth expertly coaxing hers with a sweet, masterfully slow persistence that eroded her defenses piece by piece. Within seconds, her resistance crumbled entirely. Jannah let out a soft, shuddering sigh against his mouth, her lips parting to let his tongue slide deep into her palate, exploring every inch of her sweetness as she surrendered to him.

The kiss turned wonderfully messy, the salty tang of her tears mixing between their mouths as Dorrent slowly shifted his lips, tenderly kissing the wet tracks away from her cheeks, her eyelids, and her trembling chin.

His hand began to glide down her sides, caressing the sensitive skin of her ribs, tracing the gentle curve of her waist, and smoothing over her flat abdomen. Jannah’s breathing turned ragged, her small hands coming up to grip his broad shoulders as his palm slid further down, traveling past her hip bone until his long fingers reached the front of her wet cotton pants.

The moment his fingers trailed over her sensitive vulva, Jannah’s hips involuntarily twitched, a muffled, needy moan caught right in the back of her throat against his lips.

Dorrent didn’t hesitate. He slid his hand straight inside her underwear, his palm cupping her bare, weeping junction. The direct friction of his warm skin against her swollen, heavily moist flesh sent an electric shiver tearing straight through her nervous system. He began to slowly, rhythmically rub her there, his thumb applying a firm, pressurized heat directly over her throbbing clit.

"Nnn... ah!"

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