Chapter 200
Evelyn bit back her moans. Her body arched taut as her fingers clutched the flimsy curtain before her...
The fabric gave way under her grip. When Dominic thrust deeper, she gasped sharply.
Her vision blurred. The curtain slipped from her fingers...
"Eve." Dominic's lips brushed her nape. Moonlight painted her skin like polished ivory.
He moved with deliberate slowness, marking every inch of her exposed flesh.
Defenseless against his invading mouth, Evelyn arched her neck, pressing flush against the chilled window.
Dominic advanced relentlessly, each inch claiming her with possessive precision. Her breathing grew erratic.
Short, shallow gasps kept her from drowning in sensation.
The night air chilled. When Evelyn opened her eyes, her breath fogged the glass.
The initial discomfort lasted mere minutes before dissolving into mind-numbing pleasure...
A sensation she knew too well.
Whether five years ago when she'd grown accustomed to his touch, or their recent hotel encounter - the same tremors coursed through her...
Dominic's palm pressed against her abdomen, rubbing circles on the fogged glass while his other hand gathered her blouse.
He sensed her surrender. "You like this..." The words came between ragged breaths.
His sudden thrust punctuated the question...
Words failed Evelyn. When his mouth claimed hers, only breathy whimpers escaped...
The moon climbed higher.
Crickets' chirping drowned beneath their synchronized panting.
Dominic knew she craved him - would do anything to keep him. At this moment, he felt like candy melting in her mouth.
And she the greedy child, swallowing him whole.
Dominic's darkened gaze found Evelyn's face when they finally turned to each other. Her raven hair spilled over his arms.
The unheated house should've chilled them, yet she shook her head, murmuring about unbearable heat...
Dominic couldn't decipher whether she begged for more or less- "Mmm," he groaned, experiencing something unprecedented.
Like hard candy softening in a warm mouth, dissolving under persistent tongue strokes, flavor spreading...
The candy might resist at first, but saliva and motion would eventually make it yield...
Upon entering and spotting their intruding colleagues, Dominic had tossed his phone onto the narrow sill.
Their frenzied movements jostled the wall, sending the device clattering to the floor.
When Dominic lifted Evelyn to eye level, their gazes locked - souls laid bare.
The phone's vibration barely registered until its dim glow caught her attention.
Someone was calling...
"Focus!" Only Evelyn's exquisite form mattered now. Nothing else existed.
His gravelly voice shattered her resistance. Too intoxicating...
Only then did she realize her scandalous position - legs wrapped around his waist, toes curling against his shirt.
She never imagined surrendering so completely... so shamelessly...
"Ah!" Dominic punished her distraction by pressing her harder against the window.
One lost shoe left her barefoot. Her toes rubbed circles against his lower back.
She hadn't sought this recklessness.
Yet Dominic forced her to confront it.
Restraint abandoned, he drove into her relentlessly, their impact rattling the flimsy glass.
When his mouth sealed over hers, each breath became a struggle.
Breaking free, Evelyn's cries filled the musty old house.
"Ah! Ngh... yes... more..."
Morning brought a knock at Evelyn's door.
Julian noticed the female colleague in the hallway. "Did Evelyn return last night?" he asked.
"I heard movement. She's definitely inside," came the hushed reply.
The colleague recalled faint noises around 1 AM - possibly male voices.
Half-asleep, she couldn't identify the man.
Peering outside, she'd seen departing headlights too bright to reveal the car model.
From the engine's purr, it could've been the boss's Range Rover or Evelyn's husband's Porsche.
"Evelyn? You awake?" Gentle knocks followed.
Enough to rouse someone awake, not enough to wake the sleeping.
Receiving no response, the colleague descended.
By 8 AM, breakfast awaited in the courtyard.
"Should we wake Evelyn?" Julian asked.
"Let her rest," the female colleague insisted. "She might need it."
Julian reluctantly sat.
The women who'd been with lovers understood - post-intimacy exhaustion often demanded all-day bedrest.
If Evelyn returned late, perhaps her husband had persuaded her home for a reunion.
As T Corporation employees ate, approaching headlights made them straighten.
Why was the boss arriving so early?