When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 986

She breathed a sigh of relief, though her mood dipped slightly.

She walked straight onto campus. A short distance away, a car slowly pulled out from a side street.

The window rolled down, and Orion's gaze remained fixed on Lemira's retreating back until she completely disappeared from sight.

Unable to resist, he lit a cigarette. Narrowing his eyes, he exhaled a plume of white smoke, suppressing the restless agitation in his heart.

Only when he saw Lemira could his heart find any peace.

Orion pulled out his phone and instinctively opened their chat, scrolling through their old messages and reminiscing about their past.

When Lemira returned to her dorm room, she realized Stella Waverly wasn't back yet.

Where did she go?

Janice looked up at Lemira. "Why are you back alone?"

"Stella said she had something to do, but I didn't expect her to be out this late."

"Do you think there's more trouble with the Waverlies?"

Hearing Janice say that, Lemira felt a pang of worry for Stella.

She texted Stella: [I'm back at the dorm. Where are you? Are you coming back tonight?]

After sending the text, there was no reply.

She looked at Janice and said, "It's barely ten o'clock. She might be back soon. With Caleb around, she's probably fine."

If Stella had been alone, Lemira would have been much more concerned.

But ever since the brooding bodyguard had stayed by Stella's side, Lemira felt much more at ease.

Furthermore, Caleb had a decent relationship with Orion. If anything really happened, Caleb would definitely reach out for help.

Lemira put down her phone and went to take a shower. But even as curfew approached and the dorm doors locked, Stella hadn't returned.

Lemira checked her phone; still no reply.

After some thought, she gave Stella a call. It rang for quite a while before finally connecting.

Lemira asked tentatively, "Hey, are you not coming back tonight?"

Caleb lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips. His large hand wrapped around her wrist, easily plucking the phone away and tossing it aside. "Now we don't have to worry about anyone interrupting."

Stella pushed against his chest, feeling the powerful, steady thumping of his heart against her palms.

Failing to push him away, her hands helplessly gripped his arms. His muscles were taut and defined, radiating an intense, raw power.

Blushing deeply and biting her lip, Stella longingly traced the hard lines of his abdomen.

Truthfully, Caleb was right—she was obsessed with the dominant power of his physique. Any more muscle would be an exaggeration; any less would feel too weak.

Caleb nipped her lower lip, his scorching breath brushing against her face. "Focus."

Stella instantly curled her toes tight. Her soft whimpers shattered against his lips, swallowed down completely.

His large hand moved steadily, slowly trailing down to gently caress her flawed foot.

Stella trembled violently, melting into a puddle against him.

Her arms weakly wrapped around his neck. Her luminous skin stood in stark, stunning contrast to his deeply tanned, muscular back in the aftermath of their night together.