?Chapter 616:


    “Get out! Leave! I don’t want to see you!” I screamed, shoving him.


    My voice, hoarse from crying, made me sound unhinged. Clearly not expecting my reaction, Bryan stumbled back in surprise.


    “You—”


    “Get out!” I screamed again, trying to push him toward the door.


    This time, however, Bryan was ready. He caught my wrist firmly.


    “What’s wrong with you? Stop crying and say something, please,” he said, his face etched with worry.


    Still sobbing, I red at him, silently begging him to leave on his own.


    When I refused to speak, Bryan sighed, lowered his head, and kissed the tears from my cheeks. “Seeing you like this breaks my heart. What’s wrong?” he asked gently.


    A strange wave of emotion surged through me at his words.


    Throwing caution to the wind—and even ignoring Evie, who was still in the living room—I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.


    Bryan was caught off guard by my sudden kiss, but it didn’t take long for him to recover. He kissed me back, his lips urgent against mine, deepening the embrace until our mouths moved together with burning passion.


    Evie quietly slipped out of the residence, careful not to disturb us. In that moment, it felt like the world had fallen away, leaving only the two of us.


    Our tongues entwined, stirring an undeniable heat between us.


    Bryan lifted me effortlessly into his arms and carried me to the bedroom.


    Heid me down on the soft bed, his lips tracing a path from my mouth to my ear, his tongue gently teasing my earlobe.


    I let out a soft moan, pressing myself against his body.


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    His kisses trailed down to my neck as one of his hands slipped beneath my dress to caress my thighs, while the other reached up to toy with the sp of my bra.


    Bryan was unusually gentle today, and it turned me on even more.


    Soon we were both naked on the bed. Bryan leaned down and began sucking on one of my nipples, his tongue circling slowly as he teased and tugged with gentle pressure. His hand slipped lower, sliding into my already wet vagina, his fingers moving in rhythm with his lips.


    I writhed beneath him, my body arching in response to his touch. I could feel his hardened member pressing insistently against my waist.


    I reached down, took Bryan’s cock in my hand, and guided it to the entrance of my aching core. The desire zing in his eyes was undeniable as he thrust himself into me.


    The slickness from our forey allowed him to slide in with ease, filling mepletely. He spread my legs wider, positioning himself to thrust deeper.


    My face burned with embarrassment at being so exposed, but I made no move to resist—only to surrender to the pleasure.


    “Oh… ah…”


    Our moans intertwined as Bryan thrust into me with relentless rhythm. The pressure in my core grew tighter and tighter until I could no longer hold back. With a scream, my orgasm ripped through me, liquid spilling out as waves of ecstasy shook my body.


    But Bryan wasn’t finished. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and drove into me again, harder and deeper. The steady rhythm soon pushed me over the edge once more, sending me spiraling into another shattering orgasm.


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