Chapter 211

Chapter 211:

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice soothing as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Don’t be scared, Aurora. I’m here for you.”

“You’re here for me?” I repeated, staring at him in confusion.

“But I don’t need you.”

“Are you sure?” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.

“Yes,” I nodded, stepping away from him—

But before I could move, he grabbed my waist and pulled me against him.

Before I even had time to process what was happening, my back was pressed against the wall, trapping me in place.

“Dax, what are you doing?” I asked, trying to push him away, but my strength failed me.

“I’m doing what I should have done the moment you healed.”

My heart pounded against my chest as goosebumps spread across my skin.

Why was Dax acting this way?

Was he drunk?

I tilted my head slightly, sniffing his breath, but all I could detect was the lingering scent of the spaghetti he had eaten earlier.

“What are you doing to me, Aurora? You’re inside my head. I can barely concentrate around you. You infiltrate my thoughts,” he confessed, pressing closer until his forehead rested against mine.

“That’s it, Dax. I think you need to get some sleep.” I patted his shoulder, trying to push him away—

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But he only moved closer, our breaths mingling in the space between us.

“I can’t sleep. I see you everywhere.”

“Go to your room,” I ordered firmly, attempting to squeeze out of his grip—

But he placed both hands against the wall, blocking my escape.

“Are you sure you want me to go? I know you feel the same. I know how torturous it is to crave someone so badly. I know you feel the sparks whenever our bodies collide. I know you want me,” he groaned, teasing my neck with kisses.

He trailed them down to my collarbone, nibbling and licking before claiming my lips.

“I think you… should get… going…” I tried to say, but the words failed me—no, my body failed me.

I melted against him like a strand of spaghetti, the intensity of our connection sending wild sparks through my body.

His hand slipped beneath my crop top, his fingers teasing and twirling, sending shuddering sensations through me.

“Are you sure you still want me to go? Just say the word, and I won’t bother you anymore.”

“Fucking stay,” I moaned against his lips, claiming them in a desperate kiss.

I tugged at his neck as my fingers worked to undo the buttons of his shirt.

He lifted me off the ground effortlessly, carrying me without breaking the kiss.

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