Chapter 355: Allison, I only want you.


    He rarely called her by her first name.


    Typically, he used Ms.


    rke to maintain a distance, but not in this moment.


    Just hours ago in the bathtub, he had called her Ms.


    rke, and they had both reached their climax.


    Now, in the tight confines of the car, with rain beating down outside, his voice was rough, murmuring her name like an admission of something deeper.


    He was both yful and possessive, teasing her while iming her.


    Whether his words were merely sweet nothings or something more real, it hardly mattered in that moment.


    The rains steady rhythm yed outside as they kissed with abandon, their need for each other intensifying with every passing second.


    The mingling scents of gardenias and bamboo filled the air, creating a sweet and earthy backdrop.


    Kens hands pressed against her shoulders, and she could see the storm of emotions swirling in his reddened eyes.


    His heart pounded in his chest.


    Not here… we dont have any condoms, he muttered, his voice ragged, as though trying to hold back a flood with nothing but sheer will.


    Sweat beaded on his broad back, his voice hoarse.


    He was trying hard to control himself.


    At that moment, the stark contrast between his usual dominant demeanor and this visible struggle was undeniable.


    The veins in his hand pulsed as he lifted Allison, her grip on his shirt tightening as she grounded herself against him.


    There are some in the room, Allison whispered, her voice soft yet daring, the words leaving her lips with a blush that tinged her cheeks.


    Ive seen that before.


    The implication was clear.


    Ken must have bought those condoms and ced them in the room long ago.


    It surprised her, though it probably shouldnt have.


    Ken was quick to exin, his tone unusually low.


    Mustve been left by my friends.


    They had a home party in my vi a few months ago.


    I was too busy with work to notice.


    He wasnt making excuses; he was trying to be responsible, not wanting to leave room for regret or hurt.


    Even though his throat was parched with need, the condoms werent what troubled him.


    Ms.


    rke, hold on, he instructed, draping his jacket over her bare skin before opening the car door and lifting her out.


    The vi was still, shrouded in a quiet serenity as the early morning unfolded.


    With every step they took toward the vi, the air between them thickened, their longing for one another growing like a storm about to break.


    Allison felt her legs weaken as the rain soaked her bare shoulders, leaving a cold trail against her skin.


    When the electronic door slid open, Ken scooped her into his arms and carried her to the farthest bathroom, quickly drawing a bath.


    The warm water filled the tub, steam rising like a soft invitation.


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