Chapter 682

Chapter 682:
“Bang!”
The tempest sent various items cascading from the nearby table to the floor, shattering their intimate cocoon with jarring finality.
Millie’s eyes fluttered open, focusing on Myron’s face above her.
His gaze burned with desire so intense it bordered on predatory hunger.
Heat flooded Millie’s cheeks as she averted her gaze, overwhelmed by the raw intensity of his stare.
Her hands pressed gently against his chest, urging him to give her space.
“Myron, I… I haven’t reached that place of readiness,” she confessed with vulnerable honesty.
She had sensed the undeniable transformation in his body, but the abrupt interruption had shattered her ability to move forward.
Yet he remained motionless above her, refusing to retreat from their closeness. His heartbeat thundered against her palm, his heated breath caressing her skin with each exhalation.
Millie’s complexion deepened to a crimson perfection.
She pressed against him with slightly more insistence.
Myron released a deep sigh, withdrawing his exploring hand from beneath her clothing and shifting to stroke her back with soothing tenderness.
“I won’t pressure you into anything you aren’t ready for, Millie. Can I hold you instead?”
“Yes, of course,” Millie whispered with soft acceptance.
He enveloped her form like a protective guardian, his arms creating an impenetrable fortress of warmth and security around her trembling body.
The sensation radiated comfort and perfect tranquility.
“I’ve made arrangements for your mother. She has already established residence in the Elliott Mansion,” he murmured against her ear after several minutes of peaceful embrace.
“Tomorrow morning, I’ll instruct Maggie to arrive with additional personnel to assist you and Ari with packing your belongings for the relocation to my residence.”
𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊:
His voice carried gentle reassurance and unwavering commitment. “Please don’t harbor any concerns—I will never push you beyond your comfort until you signal complete readiness.”
Millie acknowledged his words with a grateful nod.
This arrangement reflected their earlier discussion and mutual decision.
Myron lifted his head to capture her lips in another lingering kiss before rising to adjust her disheveled clothing and settling beside her on the sofa’s edge.
Millie straightened her posture to match his.
The evening breeze persisted in its gentle assault, creating a slightly uncomfortable tension in the aftermath of their interrupted intimacy.
Millie sought distraction through purposeful activity, gathering the scattered items from the floor and restoring them to their original places. Follow current novᴇls on
Myron had already risen to his full height, preparing to leave.
“The evening demands my departure now,” Myron announced, threading his fingers through her silken strands.
“Of course.” Millie nodded in agreement, stealing a fleeting glance in his direction before immediately averting her eyes with shy uncertainty.
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