NovelOnlineChapter 949: Without thinking, he leaned in and pressed his mouth against hers in a sudden, searing kiss.
Her lips were impossibly soft, like the ripest fruit. He had meant for it to be quick, but the moment their mouths met, he sank deeper, drowning in her sweetness.
He forced her mouth open, sliding his tongue past her teeth, ignoring the way she tried to twist away.
She shoved at him with everything she had, but her strength barely moved him an inch.
He pinned her closer, kissing her harder, his hands roaming greedily along the curves that made her tremble.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer resistance began to crumble, her body sagging against him as her energy drained away.
Sensing her weakening, he pressed her down onto the couch, his body following hers.
Yvonne seized the moment. She rolled sharply to the side, grabbed a throw pillow, and began smacking him over and over with it.
"You're a disgusting creep!" she yelled, her face flushed with anger.
Norton did not say a word. He just brushed his fingers across his lips, savoring the taste of her like it was the only thing that mattered.
Yvonne was still fuming when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted blood slowly dripping from his clenched left hand.
"What happened to your hand?" she blurted, snapping out of her anger. She rushed over and pried his fingers apart, ignoring his half-hearted attempts to resist.
His palm was a mess of tiny cuts, sshallow, others deep enough that fresh blood still oozed out.
"Why didn't you say anything earlier? How did this even happen?" she demanded, her forehead creasing in frustration.
Norton shrugged lazily, as if it was no big deal. "It's nothing. I'm not about to die from a few scratches." Yvonne stared at him, completely at a loss for words.
Content originally from glnov☐☐Clearing his throat awkwardly, he muttered, "Since you're feeling sorry for me, why don't you patch it up?" "I'm feeling sorry for you? Ridiculous!" Yvonne shot back, rolling her eyes.
Still, she turned on her heel and went to grab the first aid kit.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Sit down. I'll handle it," she ordered, waving him toward the couch.
Norton dropped into the seat without a word, holding out his out his injured hand, his gaze never straying from her face. "Why'd you invite Leif to dinner?" he asked, his tone rougher than before.
"He helped me, that's all. I just wanted to thank hing," yonne replied briskly, focusing o on the task at hand.
She picked out the glass shards with tweezers, working carefully. Skipping the gentler antiseptics, she grabbed the bottle of alcohol instead and poured it directly over his cuts.
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