Chapter 529
Chapter 528:
Gaston crossed slowly to the edge of the bed and looked down at her, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that left no room for retreat.
“You think you’re failing me,” he said. It wasn’t a question — it was a precise extraction of her deepest fear. “You think you don’t deserve to be here if you can’t produce an heir p>
Jocelyn’s face flushed. She turned her head away, her pride wrestling with her vulnerability. “I’m just tired, Gaston. Leave it alone p>
He let out a low, humorless laugh. He stepped into her space and reached up, his large hand gripping her jaw with firm, inescapable certainty, tilting her face until she had no choice but to meet his eyes.
“I married you for you,” he said, his voice a rough, unguarded rasp. “Not for a bloodline. Not for a legacy. If we never have a child, you are still the only thing in this world I give a damn about p>
Before Jocelyn could process the absolute weight of those words, Gaston moved.
He reached up and tore his silk tie loose, tossing it aside. He pulled his dress shirt open, exposing the hard, muscular plane of his chest.
He stepped forward, backing her up until her calves met the edge of the mattress.
“Gaston, wait,” Jocelyn breathed, her hands pressing against his chest. “It’s the middle of the day. I’m not in the mood to p>
He didn’t stop. He caught both of her wrists in one hand, pressed her back onto the mattress, and pinned her arms above her head. He brought his mouth down onto hers.
The kiss was consuming — punishing in its urgency, a deliberate attempt to physically erase every trace of doubt from her mind. He kissed her until her lungs burned, until the room tilted, until she couldn’t remember what she had been grieving.
𝖲𝗵𝗮𝗿𝖾 𝘺o𝗎𝗋 𝘵h𝘰𝘶𝗀𝘩𝘵s o𝗻 𝗴𝘢lո𝗼𝗏𝘦𝘭𝘀.с𝗈𝗺
Jocelyn’s resistance dissolved. Her body betrayed her entirely, arching up to meet his weight, her fingers curling into the fabric of his ruined shirt.
Gaston pulled back just far enough to speak against her ear, his breathing already ragged. “The doctor said we’re healthy,” he said, his voice rough and low. “He said we need to increase the frequency. I am following medical advice p>
The afternoon sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the tangled sheets as they came together with a fierce, consuming urgency that left no space for insecurity or doubt.
Hours later, Jocelyn lay limp against Gaston’s bare chest, her muscles utterly spent. She didn’t have the energy to lift a finger.
Gaston stroked her damp hair, his eyes heavy with satisfaction and something deeper. “Do you have the energy to think about the society wives now?” he murmured against her forehead.
Jocelyn huffed softly and bit the hard muscle of his chest in weak retaliation. A low, rumbling chuckle moved through him, vibrating beneath her cheek. The heavy anxiety of the morning had been burned away completely, replaced by bone-deep exhaustion and a stillness that felt close to peace.
Then a soft chime broke the silence.