Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 966

But after a few minutes, Noreen started to get tired. Reaching up to kiss him was exhausting. When she finally pulled back, they were both breathing heavily.

Seth took matters into his own hands. He smoothly lifted her up, parting her knees so she could straddle his lap. Securing his hands firmly around her waist, he murmured against her swollen lips, "Now we can do this properly."

It was rare for her to be this proactive. Even though the restraint was absolute torture, he was more than happy to let her take the lead.

The wildly intimate position made her face burn, a fine tremble racing through her body. In the past, Seth had always been the aggressive one in bed. After five years of separation, Noreen felt embarrassingly out of practice. Aside from pressing her lips against his, she had no idea what to do next.

In the end, her life mentor had to step in and guide her. "Open for me, Noreen," he coaxed softly.

The moment she parted her lips, his warm mouth devoured hers. The kiss was wet and feverish, exactly like his love for her—devastatingly intense yet tightly controlled.

She had always been a fast learner. This was no exception. She quickly caught on, boldly meeting his tongue with her own, tangling with him in the dark.

Her eager response shattered his composure. A slow, wicked smile touched his lips, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. But she was being too sweet, too intoxicating. Seth was rapidly losing his grip.

He deepened the kiss with sudden, devastating force, his hot breath completely overtaking hers. The shift in power was instantaneous. Overwhelmed by his sudden aggression, Noreen let out a soft whimper, her fingernails digging instinctively into the broad muscles of his back.

Starved for oxygen, she whimpered helplessly against his mouth. Seth reluctantly eased back, staring down at her thoroughly bruised, kiss-swollen lips. His eyes were completely feral.

A second later, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his scorching breath searing her skin. He left a blazing trail of dark, red marks down her collarbone. His hands felt like branding irons, burning right through her clothes, making her hips jerk against him.

Without them noticing, the car had rolled to a smooth stop outside her apartment building. The driver, knowing exactly what was good for his career, had quietly slipped out of the front seat to give them total privacy.

Noreen’s heartbeat was completely erratic, her breathless gasps turning into desperate, yearning sighs. Her fingers tightened fiercely in his shirt.

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