Reclaiming Her Heart

Ann's heart pounded wildly as she turned her head to evade his kiss, only to hear him murmur, "Why run? If I want to kiss you, I will sooner or later."

She tried to protest, but his lips captured hers again, enveloping her like clinging vines, leaving her breathless.

When she finally had a chance to speak, she turned away. "Mr. Adams, I'm afraid you'll blame me later. You... you never used to kiss me."

Her nose tingled with unexpected emotion as she spoke.

Perhaps all women were sentimental creatures. How strange to have a man willing to sleep with you yet never kiss you to have your passionate attempts at kissing him firmly rejected.

It was humiliating. She cared deeply about this, though she constantly tried to convince herself otherwise.

"Never kissed you?" Paul repeated, disbelief in his voice.

How could that be possible? Was he really that kind of man?

Tears suddenly spilled down Ann's cheeks-tears of unspoken hurt.

Paul knelt beside her bed and pulled her up. His fingertip traced her lips. "Never kissed you here?"

Ann nodded.

His finger traveled downward to more intimate areas. "What about here?"

Her face flushed crimson. Impossible-Paul would never do such a thing.

Her reaction told him everything.

"Do you mind if I kiss you now?" he asked.

Ainrs' Jerry' i lacridirgyroowraccasionecrits him written pasit prlysriar Cornacctwith near had made her nauseated, but with him, she'd experienced pleasure. During those passionate moments, she'd wanted his kisses, only to be rejected-like being doused with cold water.

She shook her head.

Paul's hand pressed against the back of her head as his lips found hers. Nothing needed to be said; the passionate kiss overwhelmed her.

Ann experienced a deep kiss for the first time, her cheeks burning, unsure where to place her hands.

Previously, their lovemaking had only ever happened in one position-her humiliatingly on her stomach, her face hidden from him.

Now she felt herself melting into his kiss, her mind exploding with sensation, her face growing hotter by the second.

Just before she felt she might suffocate, he released her, his eyes studying her flushed face intently.

He pulled her forcefully into his arms and carried her to his bed.

Ann felt scorched by his body heat, trembling involuntarily. "Don't..." she whispered.

As his kisses trailed downward, Ann felt a thrill of anticipation mixed with a tinge of uncertainty. She closed her eyes, savoring every sensation, yet a flicker of hesitation danced at the edge of her consciousness.

The room seemed to spin with delight, but also with a hint of disorientation. Waves of pleasure surged through her, rising and crashing in a rhythm that left her breathless and slightly unsteady.noveldrama

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The feeling of ecstasy was overwhelming, almost too intense to bear. She wanted to lose herself in the moment, feeling a deep connection and joy she had never known before, but also a vulnerability that made her heart race.

No man had ever treated her this way. She instinctively tried to push his head away, but when her fingers touched his thick hair, they tightened instead.

"Paul..." she called hesitantly.

In response, he pulled her up and positioned her above him.

"No... please. I can't," she pleaded, frantically trying to escape.

But it was useless.

Ann couldn't recall the details of the night, only the profound sense of fulfillment she felt an overwhelming completeness. The autumn breeze filled the room, and something deeper filled her heart.

When she saw him the next morning, embarrassment washed over her. Her blush spread down to her neck as she stared at the floor, unable to meet his gaze.

Paul dressed leisurely beside the bed. Observing her reaction, he concluded his technique must have been satisfactory.

Perhaps now divorce wouldn't be necessary.

In Vistalia, Raymond frowned upon learning Paul needed another month of recovery. Mario's constant presence irritated him further.

Mario had been wandering the seventh floor, claiming to search for memories, frequently appearing before Raymond.

If Raymond hadn't needed information about the research facility, Mario would have been thrown into the dungeons long ago.

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"Have you remembered anything yet?" Raymond demanded.

Mario had explored the entire seventh floor. Besides the location of the wine cabinet,

he had recalled other details-like the view of the city's tallest landmark from the seventh floor.

This perspective had appeared countless times in his dreams, yet he couldn't determine whether these were Christopher's memories or his own.

"I'm certain now that I've been here before," Mario stated.

Raymond's eyes narrowed. Christopher had definitely never visited.

"Ask Christopher if he's been here."

Mario nodded and tentatively reached out to Christopher, who surprisingly responded.

'Never been there,' came the reply.

Mario's eyes narrowed. If Christopher hadn't been here, yet he recognized this place, then these memories must be his own.

Wait!

'Christopher, if you've never been here, and I'm supposedly your second personality, how could I know this place?'

'My never having been there doesn't mean you haven't. Our memories aren't shared.'

'Is that so?'

Mario felt confused again. He sensed a massive secret beneath it all-something Christopher refused to reveal.