Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 406

Ed's lips traced from Grace's cheek to the side of her neck, and his intense actions also became gentle.

Anyone who had experienced such a storm before simply couldn't withstand this kind of slow tenderness now.

"Ed…" Her back arched and dipped subtly with his movements, looking as graceful as a crescent moon.

She tried to turn around, but he held her tightly by the waist, rendering her unable to move.

Her head spun in an instant—they moved from the entrance to the sofa. His aggressiveness made her heart race.

She felt something drape over her eyes, like a tie or a scarf. The small lamp by the couch suddenly lit up, casting a dim yellow light that enabled her to make out the outline of a muscular figure.

She shifted her waist a little, trying to calm the emotions stirred by being led along.

His hand moved to her thigh and lingered on that palm-sized spot. "You're not wearing anything underneath. Is that intentional?"

She regained her rationality for a brief moment, but she lost it again when he went in. She had told him to do as he wished, and he certainly didn't hold back.

She was kissed on the lips and suckled on hard—she felt like a fish on the brink of drying up, her gaze unfocused.

He roughly ravaged her lips with his fingertips, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "You're really not here to break up with me?"

Her whole body tingled from the sudden harshness of his movements, but she barely managed to stay composed. "No, I've never thought about breaking up with you."

He lowered his head and kissed her, as if it were a reward. "So, what exactly do you like about me?"

She wouldn't have let him do whatever he wanted if she didn't like him.

Grace fell silent. Now that she thought it through, she actually didn't know why she liked him.

A woman's heart was too complex and too sensitive. Maybe the sight of him curling up alone in the darkness had struck her, evoking her compassion.

Maybe she recalled the past in the pit. Since she had once saved his life, their fates had intertwined. How could she harm someone she had personally saved?

There were too many reasons, and she didn't want him to remain in the darkness. She wanted to hold his hand and lead him toward the light.

She was never the obedient type, nor the so-called "demure woman".

She gently flipped over and sat on his waist. He froze for a few seconds, gulped, took her hand, and placed it on his chest.

His chest was heaving and burning hot, as if his heart was about to leap out.

"Grace…" Just as he called out, she moved her waist on her own. This was the most fatal and most intoxicating temptation.

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