The Paper Wife’s Empire novel Chapter 234

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“Ramona, don’t go…” Ethan’s voice was strained as he gripped her hand. “I want to stay with you for a while.”

“But…”

“Just for a little while.”

Unable to resist the plea in his eyes, Ramona sat down beside him, her intention to check his wounds. The worst of his injuries were on his back and waist, along with internal damage. The doctor had mentioned nerve damage, and she had noticed he was walking slowly earlier.

But Ethan knew her too well. Before she could examine him, he pulled her into his arms.

“I’ve missed you so much these past few days.”

“Me too.”

His hoarse, gentle voice sent a shiver through her. She lowered her gaze, resting her head on his shoulder. Her breath warmed his skin as she traced the line of his jaw, his neck, the prominent curve of his collarbone. Every inch of him made her want to kiss him.

She didn't hold back. She pressed her lips to his skin, again and again, until she reached his Adam’s apple, drawing a soft groan from him. His large hand came up to cup the back of her head.

Having just returned from the brink of death, Ethan’s self-control was already frayed. Ramona’s touch was like a spark to dry tinder. His eyes narrowed, and after a moment’s hesitation, he parted her lips with his, kissing her with a desperate intensity.

Despite his injuries, Ethan’s movements were unrestrained. Soon, they were tangled together on the sofa, Ramona enveloped by his body as his lips explored every inch of her skin with a mix of tender and passionate kisses.

“Ramona, I want you… Is that okay?”

Ramona’s eyes were glistening, her body trembling with desire. She looked up at him, his own eyes dark with a mix of lust and restraint.

She had no intention of refusing him. She didn't know when it had happened, but she had given him her heart completely. Her body would be no different.

Her cheeks flushed a deep red. She nodded once, then leaned in to kiss his lips before nodding again, more firmly this time. The moisture in her eyes transformed into an undisguised, fervent desire.

But then, a flicker of concern crossed her face.

“Your wounds haven’t healed… They might reopen…”

“I don’t care,” Ethan murmured against her lips, his resolve crumbling at her consent. His breathing grew heavy. “I only care about how you feel…”

Before she could protest, his mouth claimed hers again. His movements were gentle, but the effect on her body was electric. After only a few moments of foreplay, tears of pleasure welled in her eyes. Realizing how sensitive she was, Ethan became even more careful, more cherishing.