The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159 Losing Control

Chapter 159 Losing Control

There was nothing left to the imagination.

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That breathtaking red entwined with searing white–it was like crimson plum blossoms blooming wildly in winter, only for a heavy snow to fall, weighing the branches down.

The scent of her skin lingered in the air. Her beauty was blinding.

“Lily, stay away from me!”

James didn’t want to kiss her. Once he snapped out of the daze, he turned his face sharply to the side,

avoiding her lips.

That was when he noticed it–her skin was burning up unnaturally.

It was clear those bastards had drugged her.

He assumed that if he gave her a sharp warning, she would back off. After all, she’d always been someone who knew her place.

But to his surprise, she cupped his face with both hands, stubborn and completely unrelenting.

“I just want to kiss you… I feel really awful right now, just let me kiss you…”

Lily’s brain had already turned to molten lava. She didn’t understand how out of line she was being.

All she knew was—the face before her looked so damn handsome. And when she kissed him, when she held him close, the burning pain in her body eased a little. His lips were just too beautiful. She couldn’t help it.

She didn’t want to suppress herself. She didn’t want to suffer in silence.

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She cradled his face like something precious, something sacred.

Then her sweet, fragrant lips pressed down hard against his.

Lily.

James still tried to push her away.

But before he could even say her name in warning, she deepened the kiss–fearlessly, shamelessly.

Her soft, boneless hands wandered over him. His mind exploded.

He was sure of one thing: he didn’t love Lily.

There was only one woman in the world he wanted to spend his life with–Leila.

He didn’t want to betray her.

He also knew Lily was out of her mind right now, and he wasn’t. He should be the one to stop this.

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But it was like he was under some kind of spell. Normally, he could lift her with one arm. But now, with each passing second, each kiss growing hotter, he couldn’t move. Couldn’t fight her off.

He’d never been like this before.

Other women had thrown themselves at him. He’d only felt disgust.

But now, all he wanted was to flip her underneath him and-

No.

He had already confessed to Leila. They were meeting tomorrow night.

Letting Lily do this… how could he face Leila?

He was consumed by self–loathing.

Forcing himself upright, he pulled her off of him and said coldly, “Lily, stay away from me. Don’t kiss me. Don’t touch me. Don’t lay a finger on me. I don’t want any physical contact with you.

With that, he quickly stood and tried to head for the front seat.

But she didn’t feel his rejection at all.

Before the door could open, her snow–white arms wound around his neck again.

Her body melted against his like hot wax–soft, warm, impossible to ignore.

She whispered sweetly, playfully, “Just one more kiss… you’re so stingy…”

Then her lips were back on him.

From his throat upward… then down again.

Sometimes she even bit lightly, like a newborn lion cub trying to gnaw–clumsy, chaotic.

No aim. No technique. No rhythm.

And yet his heart was racing out of control.

Her heat seeped into him, burning through the rational mind he’d always been proud of. His restraint crumbled like dry leaves in a wildfire

As the hem of her dress curled higher, the distance between them disappeared entirely–and he realized something even more serious.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Still flushed and feverish, she clawed at his shirt, dragging her nails across his chest.

Then her hand reached for the zipper on the back of her dress.

James panicked.

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He moved quickly to stop her.

But she’d already pulled it halfway down.

Grabbing her hand, he also touched her bare back–smooth, soft, too perfect.

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In a daze, he remembered the warm jade his grandfather gave him as a child. He used to carry it everywhere, unable to let go.

But her back… this wasn’t a treasure he had the right to touch. It wasn’t his to hold.

He recoiled like he’d been shocked, trying to toss her aside.

But she clung to him tighter, her red lips parted, her scent sweet and dizzying. Tonight, she was bolder than ever–doing everything that should never be done. She tangled with him, burned through him, and he couldn’t push her off.

And when she kissed him again–clumsy, desperate–her body trembling like a pear blossom in the wind atop his lap…

He had the sudden, terrifying urge to grip her waist and ravage her completely.

Just like in that dream-

The thought jolted him to the core.

No. He had to stop this. Now.