Jasson originally wanted to avoid it, but when he heard her tone that seemed to not want h
him ΓΕe back, he frowned.
He took a step closer, 1 his eyes boldly fixed on her, This is my home, Ie back whenever I want
Charlotte instinctively dodged, but the man reached our and pulled her into his arms. Her wet hair clung to her fair skin, and her clear more charming in panic.
The dark brown beaury spot adorned the corner of her eye, disying a charm that I found irresistible.
eyes looked even
His scorching fingertips brushed over that teardrop mole, his Adam’s apple bobbed<b>, </b>calcting, it seemed like it had been a few months since hest touched her.
His burning gaze, which Charlotte knew all too well, made her push him away in a fluster, “That box of <b>stuff </b>is already used up…”
“I bought it.” Jaxson said hoarsely, his palm pressing against her lower back as he buried his head in her neck.
Such ambiguity
Even Charlotte was scared
Before she could react, the man took the opportunity to pick her up.
The mattress sank, trapping Charlotte in his arms, his body temperature still like a branding iron, burning her <b>every </b>inch.
Charlotte had a shback to the first time he touched her.
That was her first time.
But he did not treat her gently, only treating her like a “rag“, ying with her recklessly, leaving her with only physical pain and psychological shadows. All those intimate encounters afterwards, she actually <b>had </b><b>a </b>sense of repulsion.
But because she loved him, she tried her best to cater to him, please him, and reduced herself to a machine for him to vent on
And now.
What does his first attempt
at at forey count as?
Charlotte closed her eyes, tears rolling down from her eye sockets. She neitherplied nor rejected, but Jaxson could still sense the resistance in her. body
At the critical moment, he <b>stopped</b>.
She looked down <b>from </b>a high ce, her eyes filled with resentment and emptiness, yet with a look of facing death with equanimity.