Wendy froze, her body stiffening as she struggled against him.
“Stanley, don’t!” she pleaded, her voice trembling.
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Stanley held her tightly and pulled her back onto the couch Without hesitation, he leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. Wendy fought him, her hands pushing at his chest, but her resistance only seemed to fuel his intensity.
In the heat of the moment, Stanley accidentally knocked over a vase, sending it crashing to the floor. Newspapers and magazines scattered everywhere, adding to the chaos.
Eventually, Wendy stopped struggling. Her forehead bumped against the edge of the couch, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
Stanley suddenly stilled, his dark eyes widening in shock as he stared down at her. “You’re…still…a virgin?” he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
He had assumed she wasn’t. The thought that she might have been untouched had never crossed his mind.
Wendy sat up abruptly, her emotions boiling over. In a flash of anger, she sank her teeth into his shoulder, biting down hard enough to draw blood. Stanley’s jaw clenched, his muscles tensing as he let out a low, pained groan. She was practically tearing a piece of him away.
With a firm grip, Stanley pinched her jaw, forcing her to release him. He used his left hand, and Wendy couldn’t help but notice the long scar running across his palm–a permanent reminder of the time he had saved her.
But even that couldn’t erase the pain he had caused her.
Tears streamed down Wendy’s face as she glared at him, her eyes glistening with a mix of anger and hurt. Stanley felt something inside him crack, as if a part of his heart had just crumbled.
“I’m sorry,” he rasped, his voice heavy with regret. “I was wrong.”
He had been wrong–so terribly wrong.
She had never been with anyone before. He was her first. And yet, he had treated her so poorly, saying things that had cut her deeply.
Wendy turned her face away, refusing to accept his apology, Stanley grabbed her small hand and hurled it against his face, forcing her to slap him. The sharp sound echoed in the room.
“Hit me,” he urged, his voice rough. “If once isn’t enough, do it again. And again. I’m sorry…”
He tried to make her strike him once more, but Wendy quickly pulled her hand back.
Her reaction put a smile on Stanley’s face. He leaned down to brush a gentle kiss against her lips.
“Wendy,” he murmured, his voice soft and husky, “do you still love me?”
The question hung in the air, heavy and loaded. And what about him? What did he truly feel?
Wendy thought of Zayn’s words and hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. “Stanley, have you…” –
Stanley kissed her again. “What?” he asked, his breath warm against her skin.
But Wendy couldn’t bring herself to finish. Instead, she shrank back, too afraid to ask the question burning in her heart. Stanley took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers in a tight, intimate grip.
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“Give yourself to me, babe,” he whispered, his voice deep and velvety, sending shivers down her spine.
It was the first time he had called her “babe“, and the way he said it–so tenderly, so possessively–made her
heart race.
Wendy closed her eyes, unable to look at him. The floor–to–ceiling windows reflected their figures, and she caught a glimpse of Stanley’s bare torso, his muscles taut and defined as he hovered over her. His shoulder blades shifted with every movement, his frame both powerful and strikingly beautiful.
Wendy felt like a small boat adrift in a stormy sea, tossed and turned by relentless waves. She surrendered to the currents, letting them carry her higher and higher until she was lost in the sensation, consumed by it.
The next morning, Wendy’s long lashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes. She was still in Stanley’s arms, the two of them having fallen asleep on the couch. Stanley hadn’t woken yet, his arm draped protectively over her shoulder as he held her close.
Wendy shifted slightly, wincing at the soreness in her body. Last night, she and Stanley had become true husband and wife in every sense.
As she gazed at his sleeping face, so calm and handsome, she finally gathered the courage to ask the question she hadn’t dared to voice the night before.
“Stanley,” she whispered softly, “have you ever loved me? Even just a little?”
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Chapter 209
Chapter 209
