Chapter 242 Firelight Promises
Chapter 242 Firelight Promises.
His desire for her was like wild grass in spring–growing out of control with every passing breath.
James had no experience being intimate with another <b>man</b>. He couldn’t even get through the instructional kind of films people rmended. He didn’t know what to do, how to take the next step.
All he could do was lose control–gripping her waist and kissing her, over and over, with maddening intensity.
The moment <b>his </b>trembling hands touched <b>her</b>, he realized something her waist was impossibly slender.
Calling it “barely a handful” was no exaggeration.
Is this really a man’s waist!
He felt like if he so much as squeezed slightly harder, he’d <b>snap </b>her in <b>half</b>.
He tried not to use force, but the heat <b>rising </b>between them made it impossible. His control slipped, bit by bit.
“Le..
He called her name, drunk on longing, overflowing with affection and tenderness.
They were already pressed so closely together. His kisses had already deepened so much. But he couldn’t stop himself from going deeper, from holding her tighter, from wanting more.
He was just about to pull her beneath him, to fully surrender to the fire consuming him–when he realized she’d fallen asleep.
Somewhere in the chaos, without warning, she’d drifted off.
She wasn’t sober. <b>Not </b>in the slightest..
And what he’d just done–losing control like that–was already a vition of her boundaries.
He wasn’t a monster.
No matter <b>how </b>badly he burned, no matter how much he wanted her, there was no way he’d ever take advantage of her in her sleep.
Even with the fire roaring through every nerve, he forced himself to break the kiss. Carefully, gently, heid her down on the soft mat beside him.
Then he sat by her side, unable to/stop tracing her face–memorizing her every feature with his fingertips, whispering his feelings in a low, reverent voice that trembled with sincerity,
“Le, I really, truly like you, I want to be with you. Forever never leave me.”
“I’ll talk to my grandparents, my parents. I’ll make them ept you. Once I have the divorce papers, we’ll get married.”
Chapter 242 Firelight Promises
As he spoke, he couldn’t resist brushing her dark, scarred check with his fingers
When they first met, she’d struck him as ngly… but adorable.
Honestly, in all his twenty–six years, he had never seen anyone uglier.
<b>But </b>now that he’d gotten used to her face, he no longer saw her as ugly–just impossibly endearing
She had scars. That meant she must’ve suffered something painful, something frightening. Thinking of her crying, afraid <b>and </b>helpless, made his heart ache with fury and tenderness,
It wasn’t just her soul he fell for. Her body, too, stirred something uncontroble in him.
Maybe love really is blind, he thought. To me, no one in the world could be better than her.
But the more he loved her, the more shame he felt.
He knew–without question–<b>that </b>he wanted <b>no </b>one else but Le.
And Le could never be. Lily.
Still, when he held her, when he <b>kissed </b>her, that familiarity–those ghostly simrities–came rushing back
He hated himself for that. Hated that his heart kept drawing connections between Le and Lily
He felt like he was betraying her just by thinking it.
The guilt crushed him.
He wanted to make it up to her. To love her even more fiercely. To treat her better than anyone ever had.
He also <b>knew</b>–deep down–that he didn’t deserve her.
He’d been married. He’d kissed Lily. touched her, only because her eyes and lips reminded him of Le
That alone should disqualify me.
But he couldn’t let go.
All he <b>could </b>do now was <b>spend </b>his whole life making it right–loving her with everything he had.
He was afraid of waking her, so he didn’t say her name again. Instead, he simply held her delicate hand and squeezed it tighter, pouring all his <b>promises </b>into that silent grip.
A lifetime of loyalty. No betrayal. No regret. Until death.
Maybe it was because he stayed by her side, but Lily slept soundly, deeply, as if she hadn’t slept that well in
years.
When she finally opened her eyes, night <b>had </b>fallen.
But there were lights inside the tent and soft glimmers <b>dotting </b>the mountainside. Above them, a sky full of stars scattered across the darkness.
Chapter 242 Firelight Promises
It didn’t feel spooky or isted at all–just peaceful.
Whether she was drunk or drugged, she never lost her memory.
As consciousness returned, so did the sharp sting of humiliation.
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Every single word she’d said, every single shameless thing she’d done–rushed back like a tidal wave.
She kissed him.
Not just kissed.
She forced him to strip.
James was the picture of restraint and dignity–modest, reserved, honorable. There <b>was </b>no way he would’ve entertained her nonsense.
He must’ve refused her.
She <b>was </b>sure of it. He <b>wouldn’t </b>have wanted to expose himself or let her touch him.
And yet…
Lily squeezed her eyes shut in mortification, wishing she could disappear under the mat. Or better yet, bury herself ten feet deep.
She’d threatened him. Pushed him around. Unbuttoned his shirt.
And her hands…
She’d turned into some crazed wolf woman, pawing at his chest and abs for who knows how long. Then she passed out.
She didn’t know what happened after that.
She wasn’t exactly the calmest sleeper either.
But surely she hadn’t done anything too… outrageous in her sleep?
Most of his shirt buttons were fastened again.
Still, through the open cor, she could just barely make out faint scratch marks on his chest.