NovelEnglishChapter 874: But then, a hand slid up her waist. Cool. Strong. It cupped her chest, fingers grazing, teasing-not hurried, not aggressive, almost... comforting.
Instead of panic, an odd sense of calm washed over her. Why was she allowing this? Was this a dream? Or was she simply... too exhausted to care? Lately, she had been stretched thin, overwhelmed by expectations, pressure, and loneliness. Maybe this was what she needed-an escape, a moment of reckless abandon.
"It's not a big deal," she reasoned hazily. "We're both adults. A casual encounter is nothing shocking anymore." With that thought, her hand moved, tracing the contours of his back.
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Something about his touch, the way he smelled-the cool eaglewood fragrance-felt oddly familiar. Kristopher. Even now, in this hazy state, she was thinking of him. She laughed at herself internally.
As if spurred on by her touch, the man's movements deepened, fingers pressing more insistently. A slow wave of heat rippled through her body.
Unbidden, a soft, breathy moan escaped her lips.
The man froze. His breath hitched, suddenly heavier. Then—as if something inside him snapped-his patience disappeared. His hand slid lower, finding the zipper of her skirt.
Carrie arched slightly, feeling the cool air on her skin as fabric shifted. A firm palm pressed against her curves. Then, a sharp, unexpected smack.
A gasp her own voice, soft and delicate.
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A soft laugh escaped his lips. He had to be under sspell. Surely, it couldn't actually be Carrie beside him. Before falling asleep, he had texted Aliza, confirming his location at the hotel. It had to be her next to him, not Carrie.
Kristopher realized that his attraction to Aliza was real—it just needed the right moment to truly spark.
Gently, he slid the skirt off the person next to him, planting soft kisses along her stomach, which gradually turned into more intimate touches. Feeling the slight quiver of her body, he took it as a sign of encouragement, continuing his descent.
His lips traveled lower, pausing just most before reaching the most intimate part of her He was shocked by his ΕΠ own boldness.
It occurred to him that such natural, tender behavior toward a woman felt eerily familiar almost instinctual, as if he had done this countless times before.
The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. He recalled his prior om engagement to Aliza before his memory loss. Such passionate intimacy must have been driven by deep, abiding love. Without another thought, he deepened the kiss.
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