The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242 Firelight Promises

Chapter 242 Firelight Promises.

His desire for her was like wild grass in spring–growing out of control with every passing breath.

James had no experience being intimate with another man. He couldn’t even get through the instructional kind of films people recommended. He didn’t know what to do, how to take the next step.

All he could do was lose control–gripping her waist and kissing her, over and over, with maddening intensity.

The moment his trembling hands touched her, he realized something her waist was impossibly slender.

Calling it “barely a handful” was no exaggeration.

Is this really a man’s waist!

He felt like if he so much as squeezed slightly harder, he’d snap her in half.

He tried not to use force, but the heat rising between them made it impossible. His control slipped, bit by bit.

“Leila..

He called her name, drunk on longing, overflowing with affection and tenderness.

They were already pressed so closely together. His kisses had already deepened so much. But he couldn’t stop himself from going deeper, from holding her tighter, from wanting more.

He was just about to pull her beneath him, to fully surrender to the fire consuming him–when he realized she’d fallen asleep.

Somewhere in the chaos, without warning, she’d drifted off.

She wasn’t sober. Not in the slightest..

And what he’d just done–losing control like that–was already a violation of her boundaries.

He wasn’t a monster.

No matter how badly he burned, no matter how much he wanted her, there was no way he’d ever take advantage of her in her sleep.

Even with the fire roaring through every nerve, he forced himself to break the kiss. Carefully, gently, he laid her down on the soft mat beside him.

Then he sat by her side, unable to/stop tracing her face–memorizing her every feature with his fingertips, whispering his feelings in a low, reverent voice that trembled with sincerity,

“Leila, I really, truly like you, I want to be with you. Forever never leave me.”

“I’ll talk to my grandparents, my parents. I’ll make them accept you. Once I have the divorce papers, we’ll get married.”

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As he spoke, he couldn’t resist brushing her dark, scarred check with his fingers

When they first met, she’d struck him as ngly… but adorable.

Honestly, in all his twenty–six years, he had never seen anyone uglier.

But now that he’d gotten used to her face, he no longer saw her as ugly–just impossibly endearing

She had scars. That meant she must’ve suffered something painful, something frightening. Thinking of her crying, afraid and helpless, made his heart ache with fury and tenderness,

It wasn’t just her soul he fell for. Her body, too, stirred something uncontrollable in him.

Maybe love really is blind, he thought. To me, no one in the world could be better than her.

But the more he loved her, the more shame he felt.

He knew–without question–that he wanted no one else but Leila.

And Leila could never be. Lily.

Still, when he held her, when he kissed her, that familiarity–those ghostly similarities–came rushing back

He hated himself for that. Hated that his heart kept drawing connections between Leila and Lily

He felt like he was betraying her just by thinking it.

The guilt crushed him.

He wanted to make it up to her. To love her even more fiercely. To treat her better than anyone ever had.

He also knew–deep down–that he didn’t deserve her.

He’d been married. He’d kissed Lily. touched her, only because her eyes and lips reminded him of Leila

That alone should disqualify me.

But he couldn’t let go.

All he could do now was spend his whole life making it right–loving her with everything he had.

He was afraid of waking her, so he didn’t say her name again. Instead, he simply held her delicate hand and squeezed it tighter, pouring all his promises into that silent grip.

A lifetime of loyalty. No betrayal. No regret. Until death.

Maybe it was because he stayed by her side, but Lily slept soundly, deeply, as if she hadn’t slept that well in

years.

When she finally opened her eyes, night had fallen.

But there were lights inside the tent and soft glimmers dotting the mountainside. Above them, a sky full of stars scattered across the darkness.

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It didn’t feel spooky or isolated at all–just peaceful.

Whether she was drunk or drugged, she never lost her memory.

As consciousness returned, so did the sharp sting of humiliation.

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