GoodReadDorothy only realized something was off as she settled into the car, headed towards Bay Residence.
How on earth did Everett know about her twisted ankle? Everett was focused on the road; he addressed her unspoken question before she could voice it.
"The car you saw this morning, it was mine." "Oh..." Dorothy found herself at a loss for words.
Pursuing this topic would unavoidably lead to explaining why she hadn't invited Everett to pay respects to her mother.
He didn't press further, though. Despite both sitting in the front, an invisible wall seemed to have erected between them. Neither had the courage to tear it down.
Back at home, Everett headed straight for the master bathroom to shower.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDorothy knew that even he himself couldn't stand that smell of smoke! She checked on the kids upstairs; the hired chef had already prepared their dinner, and they were now scattered, each absorbed in their own activities.
Upon returning to the bedroom, she noticed Everett hadn't turned on the lights.
As she reached for the switch, her hand was suddenly enveloped, and in a swift motion, she was lifted into the air and pressed onto the bed.
"Everett..." "Don't talk just yet." His voice was as husky as ever, his Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke. The smoky scent was gone, replaced by his own unique fragrance.
Dorothy instinctively reached for his clothes, only to find he wasn't wearing any, her fingers grazing his cool skin fresh from the shower.
Everett was eager, almost like a teenager experiencing his first taste of passion.
Before she could adjust, he began to move with a fervor that left her wincing in pain, but she bit her lip, neither pushing him away nor protesting.
He devoured her with a desperate intensity, sealing her lips with his, again and again...
She felt like a small boat adrift on the sea, pushed by relentless waves, unsure of where to anchor or when the tumult would end.
All she could do was relax as best she could, meeting his ferocity to spare herself greater discomfort.
"Mmm..." Eventually, Dorothy sensed this wasn't about pleasure for him; he was desperately trying to prove something.
It was about proving she was his, affirming that he was the only man who could touch her, possess her like this.
So, she reached out, embracing his narrow waist, silently conceding to his claim.
"Dorothy, say you won't leave me," Everett's voice was raw as he felt her touch.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Dorothy only pursed her lips, refusing to echo his words.
"Say it, you won't leave me, you never will!" Dorothy remained silent.
"Dorothy!" She brought her hand to his neck, her voice tender with emotion, "Everett, | will be yours only." Everett's body tensed.
"In this life, my heart has no room for another man." No matter how wonderful Kenneth was, no matter how much he moved her, he could never penetrate her heart.
It was filled to the brim, not an inch to spare.
"Then say you won't leave me." Dorothy fell silent once again.
"Say it!" Everett's eyes were fierce, his demand a low growl in her ear, "Say it, and I'll believe you." Dorothy shook her head, drawing him closer, "Everett, | want you to weigh down on me more." There was no response from Everett.
"Come in to me completely, will you?" He frowned, beads of sweat rolling from his temple, spattering on her skin, "It will hurt." "But that's what | want, please.”
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