Chapter 1269
Chapter 1269:
Even as he saw the answer in her gaze, he held himself in check, waiting for her to say it.
Annabel drew a slow breath and buried her face against his neck.
She had always imagined their first time would be on their wedding night.
But now they were engaged, and in her heart, it felt only fair.
Watching Rupert struggle night after night to keep his desire under control was something she couldn’t bear anymore.
Nervous anticipation fluttered through her. Heat crept into her cheeks, and she nodded, murmuring her consent, “Yes p>
Rupert’s eyes darkened. In one smooth motion, he swept her into his arms and carried her toward the bed.
He had wanted this moment for far too long.
Gently, Rupert laid her down on the wide, mercury-hued bed and leaned over her. His hands cradled her as his eyes traced every line of her face, as if memorizing it.
“What are you staring at?” Annabel asked, her nerves and anticipation sending her heartbeat into a frantic rhythm.
Rupert lowered his head and murmured near her ear, his voice deep and husky, “You’re breathtaking today, my love p>
My love.
Heat rushed to Annabel’s cheeks. She thought she could get used to hearing that.
Without thinking, she wet her lips with the tip of her tongue.
Rupert didn’t miss it. The small gesture sparked something raw and hungry in his gaze.
He captured her lips again, savoring the kiss as if it were the only relief he knew. Slowly, he wanted more than her mouth. His hands slid beneath her clothes, tracing the curve of her waist with a steady tenderness that left her skin tingling, as if touched by fire.
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His lips followed—brushing from her mouth to her chin, then down her neck and across her shoulders, drifting lower, lower—
Pleasure surged through Annabel, stealing the air from her lungs.
With a small gasp, she tried to push him back, but her resistance held no strength.
“No…” she breathed.
Rupert caught her wrist and held her gently, firmly. His voice was a low, soothing rumble. “My love, just relax p>
The ambiance was undeniably romantic.
A gentle night breeze drifted through the open window, spilling moonlight across the room. Two entwined figures lay on the bed, their intimate whispers blending with the charged air.
The next morning, Annabel woke to an empty bed.
She blinked drowsily and tried to sit up, but the soreness in her body made her pause.
Just then, Rupert walked in, fresh from a shower and wearing only a bath towel. Annabel’s cheeks warmed as her gaze landed on the love bites scattered across his muscular torso.