?Chapter 1493:


    “Damn it!” he growled, his voice rough.


    Katelyn had never been like this before. But the more time she spent by his side, the bolder she became. Seeing Vincent—usually soposed—fall apart like this filled her with satisfaction. The man the world saw as distant and untouchable now burned with undeniable heat. And yet, she still wasn’t done.


    At that moment, a powerful sensation coursed through Vincent, his gaze darkening with intensity as he locked eyes with Katelyn. “Are you sure you want to turn me on?” His voice carried a subtle warning, deep and husky.


    But from the moment Katelyn reached for him, she had already braced herself for the consequences. Though she was usually reserved, when it came to Vincent, she wanted to embrace every part of herself. She no longer wished to hold back from the man she adored.


    With a teasing smile, she met his smoldering gaze, her hand holding his crotch. “And if I do?”


    Vincent’s grip on the wheel tightened as they pulled up to their destination. The heat in his eyes only grew. “Then you’ll have to face whates next. Tonight, there’s no escape.”


    Unfastening his seatbelt, he leaned closer, his fingers searching for something at the side of her seat. A faint clicking sound echoed through the car as the back of Katelyn’s seat slowly reclined. Almost instantly, the driver’s seat followed, transforming the space into a seamless surface.


    Surprise flickered across Katelyn’s face. She arched a brow at him. “You modified this car, didn’t you?”


    Vincent pulled her into his arms, his grip firm yet gentle as he captured her wandering hand. A satisfied sigh escaped his lips. “Of course.”


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    The adjustment had originally been meant forfort during long drives or emergencies, but at this moment, Vincent couldn’t think of a better reason for it.


    His voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “Now, where were we?” A shiver ran down Katelyn’s spine at his tone. This side of Vincent—no longer distant orposed—was intoxicating.


    She leaned in, pressing her lips against his skin, tracing slow kisses along his neck. Every movement carried intent, a silent challenge. Vincent’s breath hitched. A fire burned beneath his skin, a need he could no longer suppress. He wanted to rip off Katelyn’s clothes.


    However, just as he reached for her, a soft tearing sound filled the air. Katelyn’s lovely shape was impossible to hide anymore, her soft curves stirring a deep ache in Vincent’s heart.


    Her slim legs slid around his waist with gentle grace, her eyes glowing with a hunger she couldn’t mask. She was like a kitten, yful and longing for a tender touch, her warmth inviting him closer. Katelyn’s voice was a soft breeze as she whispered, “Sweetheart, I’m yours.”


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