NovelEnglishChapter 381: I Don't Paint Nudes Connor embraced Marissa, and she felt the smoothness of his skin against hers. Heat surged through her body, making her feel as though she was dissolving into water.
She shut her eyes tightly and cried out, almost reflexively, "No, Connor, letgo, please!" Yet, she made no move to pull away, her actions belying the words she had just uttered.
Connor looked down at her, his voice rough with emotion. "Are you satisfied?" Caught off guard, Marissa blinked, confusion evident as she asked, "What?" Connor leaned in, his breath caressing her face. "Are you satisfied with my body?" he asked, his tone intimate. The warmth of his breath left her mind fuzzy, and she nodded without thinking, murmuring, "Yes, it's good." All the magic begins at gVlnovlsEncouraged by her response, Connor dipped his head and captured her lips in a gentle kiss.
He kissed her tenderly, as if she were a precious treasure.
Marissa was overwhelmed and dazed, and her thoughts scattered. The kiss wiped her mind blank, leaving her unable to articulate any protest.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe kiss lingered, heating the air in the bedroom until it seemed to sizzle with the fervor of their passion.
Only when Connor pressed her against the wall and deepened their kiss did she snap back to reality, her breath stolen by his intensity.
She shoved him back forcefully, one hand flat against his chest to keep him at bay, while her other clutched at her heart as she gasped for air. "Connor, please, stop," she exclaimed.
Breathless himself, Connor paused, seeing her hesitation. He stopped himself from pursuing another kiss, but he didn't step back either.
Instead, he placed his hands on the wall behind her, effectively trapping her with his arms as he gazed down into her eyes, his own gaze intense yet tender.
Earlier that day, during the masterpiece appreciation event where she was unveiled as the artist known as Only, his desire to kiss her overwhelmed him.
He was at a loss for how to adequately express his adoration. How could one girl be so extraordinarily talented across such a diverse array of fields? He was already in awe upon discovering she was the acclaimed doctor Riss. But then he learned she was also the feared mercenary queen known as Black Snake, and the legendary hacker Bee. Each revelation struck him with profound astonishment.
Yet, what truly shook him was the realization that she was also Only, the legendary painter whom he had dreamed about when he was younger.
How many more hidden facets to her life were there that he had yet to uncover? Having regained her composure, Marissa felt a deep sense of embarrassment and whispered, "Connor, put your clothes on right away." Connor remained still. Trying to lighten the mood, he teased, "What if I model for you instead, Master Only?" Marissa frowned and replied firmly, "I don't paint nudes." Undeterred, Connor reached out, gently grasped her chin, and tilted her face toward his, searching her eyes. "Are you certain you've never painted another man's body?" "Not!" she snapped, her embarrassment turning to irritation.
Pushing him away, Marissa sought to distance herself, but Connor closed the gap once again, surprising her with a kiss.
"Remember, don't paint such things. If you must, I'll be your model," he declared.
He playfully tugged at her cheek and issued a mock threat. "If you dare to use another man, I'll break your legs.” Irritated by his words, Marissa swung at him, but Connor swiftly evaded her punch.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe casually removed the towel and dressed right in front of her.
Marissa instinctively covered her eyes with her hands and silently cursed him.
Connor slipped into navy-blue loungewear, stretched out en then tched gut bed, and patted the space beside him. "Joinand get ssleep." Marissa hesitated, her gaze flitting from him to the door without moving an inch.
"I promise I won't touch you," Connor assured her with a comforting tone. "I just want to make sure you have a good night's sleep." Marissa mulled it over for a moment before turning and walking towards the bathroom.
Despite Connor's occasionally questionable actions, she had ton admit he kept his word. In the past, whenever they shared a bed, he respected her space as promised. Tempted by the thought of a peaceful sleep, she agreed.
After her shower, she changed into her nightclothes and quietly lay down next to him.
The moment she closed her eyes, Connor's voice broke the silence. "So, I heard Xander has proposed to you?"
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