Chapter 804
Chapter 804:
“I understand.” Millie’s response came as barely more than a whisper, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She pressed her lips into a tight line, words abandoning her completely. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his intense gaze, instead turning her face toward the shadows.
Something primal stirred within Myron, making the very air around them feel suffocating in its heated thickness.
His hands found her face once more, drawing her back into another kiss that spoke of desperate need.
He gathered her against him, yearning to merge their very souls into one complete being.
Her palms found purchase on his shoulders without resistance, accepting his passionate embrace.
In that transcendent moment, overwhelming longing crashed through his carefully maintained composure.
The desperate need to claim her as his own consumed every rational thought. The burning desire to cross every remaining boundary between them surged as his touch wandered across her body with worshipful reverence.
His mouth blazed a trail of fire down the elegant column of her throat.
Time had erased the evidence of past violence from her skin, replacing damaged flesh with perfect new growth.
She quivered beneath his tender exploration, her body responding despite her racing mind.
When his mouth discovered the small mole adorning her chest, her entire form went rigid with tension.
Myron’s movements ceased abruptly. Reality crashed over him as he recognized the dangerous territory his desires had led him into.
Self-condemnation flooded his thoughts for allowing passion to override his careful control where she was concerned.
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Myron’s eyelids fell shut as he wrestled his burning needs into submission. When they opened again, his gaze sought hers with newfound restraint.
Millie sensed the transformation rippling through Myron’s powerful frame. Heat radiated from every inch of his body while his breathing came in ragged waves.
She had always understood the depth of his desires for her. Yet when his lips had claimed that sensitive mark, terror had still clawed its way up her throat. Brandon’s violent teeth had once marked that same spot during their recent encounter at his apartment.
Shadows from her traumatic past refused to heal quickly enough to grant her the peace she craved.
“Millie.” Myron spoke her name after forcing himself to stop, his voice carrying the rough texture of barely leashed desire.
“Yes,” she breathed in response.
Myron’s lips brushed against hers with feather-light tenderness before he released a breath heavy with unspoken longing. “You need to rest now,” he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of sacrificed desire.