The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199 Unraveling Restraint

Chapter 199 Unraveling Restraint

The sudden touch froze James in place.

It took nearly half a minute before he finally lowered his gaze–slowly, stiffly,

What he saw was the same delicate, rosy lips, soft as blooming peach blossoms.

She murmured something in protest, her mouth pouting just slightly, making those lips appear even rounder, fuller, and more tempting.

Her small head kept nuzzling against his chest.

Holding her like this, it felt as if a scented cloud had drifted into his arms.

Like a dewdrop–covered pear blossom, trembling gently in the haze of morning, slipping into his embrace.

The pear blossom and the cloud trembled and quivered, destroying his hard–won composure bit by bit, tempting him to fall deeper, luring him into a haze of desire.

And he… was slipping, consumed, gripped by a madness that made him want to devour this sweet bloom now blooming in his arms.

By the time his reason returned, he realized–with something close to horror–that he had already seized her lips like a starving beast.

He had kissed her. Not by accident. Not in a moment of weakness.

He had kissed her.

James was repulsed by himself.

He had kissed her before too.

But those moments… he’d been drugged, drunk, or she had thrown herself at him while barely conscious. He’d never done it willingly.

But now–he had done it with a clear head.

And that terrified him.

He had always known he hated physical contact, whether with men or women.

He’d never been someone to cave or compromise his principles.

Just today, while driving, a young woman on a scooter had deliberately swerved into his car. She scraped the paint badly. When he got out, she’d thrown herself at him, claiming she couldn’t afford repairs and would rather “pay” with herself.

He’d dodged her quickly enough–she’d only brushed the corner of his coat.

Even that made his skin crawl.

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Plenty of people had tried to get close to him before.

Never once had he felt tempted. Only disgusted.

But now?

Was it because Lily’s lips reminded him too much of Leila’s?

When she touched him… he didn’t recoil. He didn’t freeze.

He sank.

And he hated himself for it.

He had someone he loved–he couldn’t be doing this.

To be entangled with Lily like this… it was vile. Shameless. Revolting.

“Lily, get away from me!”

James squeezed his eyes shut, pain and self–loathing swirling behind his lids. He felt like it took every ounce of strength he had–not just from this life, but from the next–just to try and pull himself away from her.

But before he could retreat, she bit his lip.

It was soft, almost playful, like she was savoring a taste.

Then she tried to deepen the kiss.

Her initiative hit him like a spark to dry tinder.

The fire caught instantly, burning away what remained of his restraint.

His breath hitched. Grew ragged.

The veins on the back of his hands bulged as he fought to hold himself back.

But in the end, he failed.

He couldn’t pull away.

Instead, he cupped the back of her head and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

It was as if a beast, locked away for eons, had finally broken free.

One kiss wasn’t enough–not even close.

He lost control, his movements laced with a kind of desperation, like a man past saving. He kissed her harder, then traced a scorching path from her lips down along her jaw.

His hands trembled, skimming across her body without aim, until the orderly folds of her hospital gown unraveled under his fingers, quickly becoming a wrinkled mess.

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The night wind slipped in through the cracked window, drawing back the curtains and carrying with it the scent of skin and heat.

To him, it was intoxicating. Irresistible.

He wanted to bite into it. Consume every last inch of it.

Lily shivered and instinctively arched away from the cold air brushing over her skin.

But still half–asleep, she sought the warmth she’d found in his arms. With a sleepy whimper, she clung tighter to him.

She was so soft.

So yielding.

Her cheek pressed against him, smooth and warm. She felt like a gift laid at his feet, like she’d offered herself up for him to take.

James kept telling himself this wasn’t Leila.

This was Lily.

But Lily, Leila.

The names blurred together in his head. He couldn’t tell which one haunted him more.

His normally cold, dark eyes flared red with unfamiliar heat.

He told himself to pull away, to stop this.

But his body didn’t listen.

It leaned in.

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