The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 2098

"It's all because you stirred something in me. You wanted to be with me, and you demanded my love. So you can't just toss me aside after I've fallen for you. You just can't."

He seemed to finally shatter the thick, solid walls that had confined and repressed him for the past three years, kissing her without reservation.

His long fingers threaded through her delicate ones, pressing them against the crown of her head, his heavy frame radiating a scorching heat through his shirt, searing her skin.

Her mind was a foggy mess, initially replaying his words clearly, but eventually they blurred into fragmented whispers—

"You can't toss me aside after I've fallen for you."

"No one loves you more than I do."d2

No one loves you more than I do...

That phrase was like a curse, a stuck record in her mind, endlessly repeating.

No one loves you more than I do...

She didn't understand; she already knew the facts.

Seth had a knack for touching her sensitive spots out of the blue, when she least expected it. Even though she was in a low mood, she would give him a great response because of her body's instincts.

A gentle nibble on her earlobe made Cicely shudder abruptly, her strength draining away as if pulled by a magnet, leaving her limp and powerless.

She bit down on her lip, her breaths shallow and warm. She wanted to resist, but the man only held her tighter.

"Stop moving, honey. Can you be good for me... Please be good. Cicely, I want you."

Her natural scent, as if seeping out from her smooth, pale skin, carried an innate, fatal allure.

"Are you out of your mind?" Cicely managed to speak, her voice raspy and seductively soft to her own annoyance.

"Mhm," Seth murmured back, his voice muffled, "I want you."

The doe was finally soothed, and the cheetah began to feast, dominating his prey.

At the moment of total possession, Cicely arched in pain. She couldn't hold back her cry, "It hurts."

"It'll stop hurting soon, just a moment more."

Seth's voice was low, chaotic, filled with coaxing, luring her into submission, coaxing her to open herself for his convenience.

Especially when his voice grazed her ear, bewitching her, she was forever powerless against his tactics.

Cicely clenched her fists, Seth's interlocking fingers pressing them beside her ear, his coaxing voice never ceasing. "No, let me go."

Seth did not appreciate her refusal and turned to silence her with a kiss. What followed was his relentless claim and pursuit.

All control was in his hands, and he manipulated every sense, satisfying his desires and contentment over and over.

...

He wanted to devour her whole, and for a moment, Cicely thought he might cling to her all night long as he had once before, but in the end, his head injury and the fever that made his temperature rise consumed much of his energy.

By the early hours of the morning, he was already in a daze, but still held tightly to Cicely, unwilling to let go.

Cicely's body, which had been stationary for more than three years, was drained by this tossing and turning as well.

The heat of his embrace was unsettlingly high. Even his breath on her head felt scorching. She lay quietly for a while, then finally reached out and grasped his arm wrapped around her waist.

He seemed to sense her intent to push him away and pulled her closer into his embrace, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his lips grazing her skin.

Cicely closed her eyes, remaining still for a long moment. Soon, his breathing by her ear became more even, heavier than usual.

She moved, but Seth did not react this time. She got up from the bed, found a nightgown to slip on, glanced at the unresponsive man on the bed, pursed her lips, and walked into the bathroom.

Minutes later, she emerged with a basin of water, placed it on the bedside table after watching Seth for a moment, and then took a long time before bending down to put it down.

If it weren't such a hassle to change the sheets in the middle of the night, she wouldn't mind dousing him with the entire basin.

She wet the towel, wrung it out, and began to wipe Seth down, her face taut with effort as she bore her aching back.

After several changes of water and checking on his fever, she managed to take a shower during a brief break. Seeing his furrowed brow slowly relax, she tossed the towel into the basin.

Unable to stay awake any longer, she slipped under the covers and drifted off to sleep.

*

When Lana opened the door, there was no one outside. She was surprised; she had thought he would stay out there, even though it was probably pointless, but waiting was always better than giving up.

What a pity.

She closed the door and went to have breakfast. The servant, likely noticing her earlier action, added a comment as breakfast was served. "Last night, Mr. Diaz came in."

Lana's hand, which had just picked up the fork, paused abruptly. She looked up, "Who let him in?"

"Miss Cicely, she came down last night."