Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 783

Her expression was intensely serious, her gaze unwavering.

Just watching her, Dennis Williams felt a warmth blooming in his chest.

Since arriving in Cabinda, she’d been met with nothing but malice—from scornful stares to whispered slander, and even manipulative schemes at work. Yet none of it had managed to crush her spirit. She never let setbacks drag her down. Like a blade of grass weathering a storm, she always stood firm, always pushing forward.

His Camila—every part of her was wonderful, and every part made people fall for her.

Dennis reached out, gently smoothing her hair, then pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. His voice was low and tender, full of affection. “Camila, I promise you—this is the last time. After this, nothing like this will ever happen again. No one will ever dare look down on you.”

Camila Davis hadn’t quite caught the meaning behind his words before Dennis’s lips found hers.

His kiss was gentle yet fervent, his warmth seeping into her, his scent—cool and clean—filling her senses, making her dizzy in the best way. She gave up trying to think, instead looping her arms around his neck and responding with unrestrained joy.

Their closeness easily sparked something more, and Camila’s eyes became dewy, making her look even more vulnerable and inviting.

During a brief pause to catch his breath, Dennis looked at her and felt as though the wild thing inside him, locked away for so long, was on the verge of breaking free. His Adam’s apple bobbed as his calloused fingers slipped under the hem of her pajama top, tracing the soft skin at her waist.

A few buttons had already come undone. A little further, and there’d be nothing holding them back.

Soft light glowed in the room, the air thrumming with anticipation.

Unable to hold back, Camila looked up at him and blurted out, “Isn’t it…hard for you to stop?” Her face flushed scarlet. “I mean…I’m okay with it, really!”

She had no idea how alluring she looked in that moment, her words sounding almost like an invitation.

Camila was hardly old-fashioned about these things. Dennis was the one she’d chosen—the one she wanted to spend her life with. She had long since accepted that intimacy was a natural part of loving someone, something that would happen sooner or later.

Dennis hadn’t expected her to say that. The desire he’d just managed to tamp down threatened to break loose all over again. He couldn’t help but pull her into a fierce embrace, holding her so tightly it was as if he wanted to fuse her to his very bones.

Caught between struggle and restraint, his voice came out rough, almost ragged.