Chapter 1704:
In the presidential suite of Blue Dream Hotel, the moment Corrine stepped inside, Nate caught her between the door and his body with swift, unwavering intent. One arm pressed against the door to cage her in, while the other wrapped firmly around her waist, anchoring her close.
She met his gaze—dark, enigmatic—and a flicker of unease stirred in her chest, her instincts nudging her to pull away.
But he read her hesitation with ease, his hand cradling the back of her head before he pulled her into a hard, consuming kiss.
That kiss stole her breath, raw and commanding, until her rhythm scattered beneath it. She clung to him, arms draping around his neck like a ship desperately seeking safe harbor.
His breath burned along her neck, hot enough to make her shiver, as if the heat might scorch her skin.
Sunlight spilled across the room, casting a golden hue—but it couldn’t match the fire crackling between them.
What began as a moment of passion suddenly tipped into something far more untamed. Her brows furrowed, palms flattening against his chest, yet his hold was unrelenting, making escape impossible.
What followed felt unavoidable.
Corrine had long known Nate’s untamed streak in the dark, but she hadn’t expected the same intensity in daylight. Her lashes stayed lowered, hiding the bashfulness in her eyes.
Though the curtains hung closed, enough light spilled through to remind her it was daytime, and she didn’t know how to meet his eyes in it.
Later, she emerged from the shower and curled up on the bed, dressed in a black men’s shirt, looking like a lazy cat soaking up the sunbeams.
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The deep black of the shirt only emphasized the softness of her smooth skin as she curled up.
Its hem barely reached her thighs, leaving her long legs exposed, stretched out in the open air.
Nate stepped out of the bathroom with a towel slung low around his waist, his torso bare. Each movement drew attention to the sharp definition of his muscles, strength etched into every line of his body.
His hair hung damp and messy, drops of water clinging to the ends, giving his usually cold demeanor a rugged edge.
He made his way to the bed, fingers brushing a strand of hair from her cheek with practiced ease. “Tired?”
Corrine cracked her eyelids open, casting him a slow glance, catching sight of the bite mark at his throat. Her gaze flickered, then dipped. She cleared her throat, looking away. “Weren’t we going to eat?”
“Yes,” Nate replied. “Just wait—Mandy will bring the clothes soon.”
An hour passed before Corrine, now dressed in the outfit Mandy had delivered, descended the stairs at a measured pace, Nate’s hand clasped in hers. She found herself marveling, once again, at Nate’s almost superhuman endurance.
In the hotel lobby, they spotted Franco sprawled across a sofa in the lounge, cigarette perched between two fingers, his expression tinged with impatience. When his gaze landed on them, Franco flicked the ash from his cigarette and watched them approach, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk.
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