FreeNovelChapter 1040 vision was hazy, and she barely had the strength to speak.
As the effects of the drug finally began to fade, Jolie lay exhausted on the bed, her body drenched in sweat. Her skin, especially across her delicate shoulder blades, bore faint marks from their encounter and her breath ragged as it brushed against her own back. Her "I... I'm fine now... you can stop," she murmured, her voice weak and broken from the strain of what had just happened.
The madness of moments before still pulsed through her, the aftershocks of it lingering in her body. She never expected that grabbing a random man for help would lead to this, nor did she expect him to have such relentless stamina.
Yet, the man behind her didn't stop. He didn't respond either. His large hands remained firmly gripped around her slender waist as if he were trying to squeeze the very breath from her.
"Stop... I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?" Jolie's anxiety spiked as he continued. What was wrong with him? They'd agreed he was only helping her through the effects of the drug, nothing more. She was fine now-he should've stopped.
She tried to push him away, but between the lingering drug and her physical exhaustion, she barely had the strength to move. Her attempt at resistance melted into weakness, and she collapsed back onto the bed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDesperately, she turned her head, trying to catch a glimpse of the man's face.
But before she could fully make him out, her mind clouded again, like a tidal wave crashing over her fragile grasp on reality, pulling her under.
This is ridiculous! He wouldn't stop, and he wouldn't speak. Did he plan to continue forever? Her soft moans of frustration escaped against her will. She was far too tired to keep going. Drawing from ssmall amount of experience, she tensed her body in an attempt to change the dynamic. Instantly, his grip on her waist tightened painfully, eliciting a pained groan from her lips.
Then, finally, everything cto a halt.
The room fell into an almost eerie quiet, only their strained, heavy breaths breaking the silence.
Jolie squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, utterly drained. She didn't even have the energy to lift a finger, but she managed to shift her body, forcing herself to roll onto her back.
When she did, her gaze landed on the man lying beside her.
His short hair was damp with sweat, and his features, sharp and handsome, were shadowed with the remnants of their shared intensity.
His eyes were cast downward, obscuring whatever emotions might have lingered there. His shirt was still on, though disheveled, with only a few buttons holding it together, the rest soaked through with sweat.
"It's you?" Jolie whispered, recognizing the man.
QUMS It was him the one who had once shown interest in Selena. He was the heir of the Cooper family, if she remembered correctly. Gavin.
The realization hit Jolie, and her brow furrowed in frustration.
"Damn it!" Of all the men, she had to sleep with Selena's former admirer? How was she going to handle this? Gavin, meanwhile, had composed himself.
Without a word, he got up from the bed and headed toward the bathroom, stripping off his shirt and casually tossing it onto the carpet. He remained silent the entire time.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJolie let out a quiet laugh, shifting her gaze away as she tried to steady her breathing and recover from the aftershocks.
She couldn't deny it... despite the circumstances, he had been good. Very good.
The sound of running water eventually stopped, and Gavin re-emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist. His short hair was still wet, droplets of water clinging to his skin.
He hadn't bothered to dry himself off, and his toned physique-muscular but not overly bulky-was, on full-display. Faint red marks marred his chest and n: abs, evidence of their earlier encounter. Jolie blinked, then spoke up, "Thanks for earlier. What do you want as compensation?"
Even though she knew he was the heir of the Cooper family, wealthy O beyond measure and wanting for nothing, she had promised to repay him. She intended to honor that, as long as his request wasn't outrageous.
Gavin lifted his eyes, his sharp, dark gaze cutting through the air as he regarded her. He barely spared her more than a glance, his expression unreadable. The blanket draped over her didn't fully cover her, leaving her pale swan-like neck and graceful collarbones exposed. There, along her skin, were the marks he had left during his loss of control...
reminders of what had just transpired between them,
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