Chapter 502 Indecent Thoughts Upon saying that, Deirdre grabbed Kyranâs hands and stuffed them under her shirt once again without
being bothered by his reluctance.
He could feel the curve above the womanâs abdomen.
Kyran kept his fingers curled, yet he could not stop his mind from wandering. His palms were sweaty from holding himself back.
Kyran pulled back his hands, turned over, and lay down on the bed, yet his body was burning with sexual desire.
âThatâs enough.â
Deirdre could feel the cold wind stirred up by the movements of the man turning over and also his steel wallâlike back within her visual field. She was stunned for a moment.
Deirdre could not conceal the dejection she felt in her eyes, but she inquired closely, âDo you feel better , Kyran? Does your throat still feel uneasy? Do you still feel cold?â
Kyran did not answer her. She mustered the courage to stretch out her hand. âIâm only going to touch your back, and I will have peace of mind to feel that youâre warm.
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Her palm pressed on his back, and she could still feel the coldness radiating from the manâs body acros s his shirt. She furrowed her eyebrows and flipped over his shirt. The moment her fingertips touched the skin on the m anâs back, a hand clutched her wrist strongly.
Deirdre was stunned for a while. The man leaned over to her abruptly and pinned her hands above her
head. Their bodies were close and fit together perfectly in their current posture.
Deirdre was astounded by his action. She could feel his heavy breathing and the subtle change in the ambiance. She wanted t o apologize when she said, âKy-â
Before she could utter his name, the manâs figure had already moved down to kiss her ferociously.
Deirdre widened her eyes and was at a loss for what to do. She was incapable of freeing herself from him because of how strong he was!
In fact, she could not even move her body. She felt as if her hands were chained, and the manâs kiss was no longer delicately gentle but ferocious yet fr antic. His kiss invaded her like a soldier with a weapon attacking her until she was incapable of fighting
back.
The clothes on her body were a mess.
Deirdre could not refrain from associating him with another person. Coldness arose in her heart, and sh e struggled to free a hand instinctively to deliver a slap on Kyranâs face.
Kyran stopped moving, following the loud noise. Deirdre was forced to calm down by her numb palm.
She was confused. Kyran was not Brendan, who would ruin her and force her against her will, yet she hit him.
âIâm sorry⦠I didnât do that on purpose.â
Kyran clenched his fists tightly, his dark eyes filled with remorse. He composed himself and typed, âYou were right in slapping me. It was my fault for being impulsive.â
Deirdre fell quiet for a moment before she said softly, âKyran, is something bothering you?â
He had indeed scared her earlier. He was so brute and cold, his oppressive and domineering behavior reminded her of someone else.
She said, âYou werenât like this previously, and that was why I reacted earlier⦠I was scared âIâm sorry.â Kyran was stunned. He gently leaned his head on her shoulder and breathed evenly until the darkness in his eyes f âIndecent thoughts?â Deirdre paused for a moment. Soon afterward, she understood Kyranâs intention, and her face blushed.
Kyran continued to type, âI know that itâs possible that Iâll lose control and scare you. That is why I donât
you. In fact, I donât even dare to lie on the same bed with you. I thought that was enough to resolve the s Deirdreâs face blushed warmly. She had a few answers on her mind, such as that Kyran did not find her
enjoy a small bed, and he did not wish to have too much physical contact with her. However, she did not