Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Nora’s Perspective

I felt myself being gently lowered onto a long sofa, and when my eyelids fluttered open, the familiar surroundings of our apartment came into focus. Lucien had stayed by my side the entire time, his presence a steady anchor as I battled the rising tide of panic. “It’s alright. You’re strong,” he whispered, trying to reassure me.

But deep down, I knew he was mistaken.

His hands moved to my forehead, and I caught the flicker of alarm that crossed his face. “You’re burning up!” he exclaimed urgently. Without wasting a second, he dialed his doctor’s number, then dashed to the bathroom to fetch a damp towel.

When he pressed the cool cloth against my heated skin, a soft moan of relief escaped me. Despite that, my body still trembled uncontrollably. Lucien wrapped a thick blanket around me, then began pacing the room, worry creasing his brow.

The doctor arrived shortly after, administering medication to ease my pounding headache. Yet, it seemed to have little effect. My teeth chattered as I clutched the blanket tightly, and Lucien gently guided the physician out of the room.

Suddenly, an overwhelming heat surged through me, igniting a fierce desire that burned beneath my skin. Without thinking, I shed my clothes, lying bare against the sofa. Lucien’s footsteps slowed as he entered, and I noticed a strained grunt escape him, followed by a deep sigh.

Carefully, he lifted me up and carried me to the bathroom, lowering me into a bathtub filled with cold water. The chill washed over me, numbing the fever’s grip for a moment, but soon I found myself craving warmth once more.

He watched over me intently as my body shook violently, fever consuming me. I needed something—anything—to ease the torment, to distract me from the relentless heat.

“Please… join me,” I pleaded, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. Surprise flickered across Lucien’s face at my request, but he didn’t hesitate.

He tried to get into the tub fully clothed, but I stopped him with a soft command: “Naked.”

My throat went dry as I caught sight of him unzipping his pants, revealing his hard, aroused state. He’d been holding back his desire all along, but now it was clear he’d been fighting a losing battle.

Once he settled in, he sat across from me, his gaze sharp and intense, jaw clenched, muscles taut. My eyes drifted downward to his erection, and I bit my lip, resisting the urge to touch myself.

His cock looked angry and aching, promising to transfer that raw need deep inside me if I allowed it.

I met his eyes again, noticing his gaze linger on my throat. I sensed the thoughts swirling behind those dark eyes and swallowed hard.

He was barely holding himself back, and yet, I was playing with fire.

I reached out, leaning against him. At last, he slipped, a low growl rumbling from his chest. Heat radiated from his body, melting into my skin, igniting a craving for more. A soft, cool sigh escaped me as I pushed him away gently, trying to steady myself by leaning on the tub instead of him.

But then I pulled him close, chest pressing against chest.

He hissed softly as I breathed dangerously close to his face. I leaned in, nibbling at his neck, and his body jerked instinctively. He tried to pull away, but I tugged him back.

He cursed under his breath before whispering into my ear, his voice unsteady, almost desperate. “What are you doing to me in this state, Nora?”

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