Chapter 82
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It was as if every thought she had was whipped into a frenzied storm by his insistent desire, sending electric shivers racing down her spine and tingling through her entire being.
The scent of him enveloped her, intoxicating and rich, heightening the already intense sensations overwhelming her.
His breaths, ragged and low, seemed to echo in the warm air between them, mingling with her own quickened breaths in a sultry dance. A wave of tingling electricity coursed through Linsey, igniting her nerves and leaving a trail of numbness in its wake.
Their heartbeats thundered loudly, discordantly, yet strangely harmonious, as if each pulse wove their hearts closer together. As Collin’s kiss deepened, his hands tightened around her waist, drawing her even closer into his embrace.
Linsey’s body grew limp, surrendering to the intensity of the moment. Tears welled up in her eyes as she peered up at his focused expression, her breath caught in her throat from the sheer intensity of his passion. For a fleeting second, she thought he might never stop.
A soft, almost kittenish whimper broke from her lips, piercing the haze of passion. Collin’s senses snapped back into focus. He felt her subtle resistance as Linsey lightly pounded against his chest, a silent plea for release. He hesitated, then reluctantly, he loosened his embrace, allowing her to breathe freely again.
The oppressive humidity enveloped her, fogging her vision until the world seemed wrapped in a steamy haze.
The thrill of the moment coursed through her, unexpectedly exhilarating, leaving her breathless and a little bewildered.
Blinking away the daze, she slowly regained her senses and found herself staring into Collin’s eyes.
There, reflected in the deep pools of his gaze, she caught a glimpse of her own face—flushed, vibrant, alive.
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Collin’s Adam’s apple bobbed visibly as he swallowed hard, his struggle to maintain composure palpable.
Drawing in a deep, steadying breath, he spoke in a hoarse whisper, his voice tinged with restraint. “I’m a bit hungry. Could you check on the kitchen?”
Her heart skipped a beat at his intense look, reminiscent of a wolf starved for days. It stirred a flutter of panic within her, sparking her instincts into sudden action. She nodded briskly, pushed herself up using his shoulders for leverage, and hurried toward the kitchen.
As she moved, a giddy thought danced through her mind. She actually kissed Collin!
Meanwhile, Collin remained seated, his gaze lingering on the space Linsey had just vacated. The heat of their previous close encounter hung in the air, a tantalizing reminder of their proximity. He savored the residual warmth on his lips, fingers clenched into fists at his sides. He knew he had to be patient, to let the moment breathe. This wasn’t something he could afford to rush.
After making a quiet escape, Linsey didn’t immediately head to the kitchen. Instead, she veered off course, slipping into the bathroom with a sense of urgency.
With a quick flick, she locked the door behind her and rushed to the mirror perched above the sink. Her reflection was startling—her face blazed a bright crimson that crept up to her ears and dipped down her neck, while her eyes brimmed with unshed tears, giving her the appearance of a freshly boiled shrimp.
She gaped at her own image, taken aback by the intensity of her flushed complexion, something she had never witnessed to such an extent before.
Taking a steadying breath, Linsey leaned forward and splashed her face with cold water, each handful more desperate than the last, seeking relief from the scalding heat that seemed to emanate from her very pores.
She spent several long minutes in front of the mirror, gradually regaining her composure as the coolness seeped deeper, easing the fiery flush.
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