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Ava completely lost herself as soon as Ian moved his head and began kissing her back.
She was in a moaning mess. She had no idea how he made her feel that way just with his kisses.
As he rolled his tongue over her upper back, he gradually moved it down to her waist. Her eyes were tightly closed because she did not want to experience this sensation.
However, her toes curled when his hand reached his ankle, moving inside her dress.
Her dress slid up to her thigh, revealing her fair legs.
Ian had already gone insane. He was no longer under control. He did not want to either.
He kissed the back of her neck, turning her on. He flipped her body and looked at her.
She looked fragile, ready to get ruined by him.
With a slow motion, he swept his thumb over her lips.
“These lips are mine.”
He looked down at her body. Her dress loosened due to the back chain being opened, revealing her half breasts.
He leaned down while looking into her eyes. He moved his lips on her half–exposed breasts and said,
“This body is mine.”
She closed her eyes, fisting her hands tightly to keep herself from moaning.
He watched her every expression and enjoyed making her feel that way. However, it did not lessen his rage.
His hands gripped her waist, pressing his body against hers while muttering,
“You are mine. I desire your soul. I will not allow you to be with anyone else until I am dead. Even if you can break our bond, you cannot force me to stay away from you.”
Ava froze in response to his words. She was so caught up in the sensation that she did not realize what he wanted.
He wanted her soul?
She had never heard a man say something like that to a woman. They only wanted their heart and body to be theirs. But this man desired her entirely.
“You don’t know how much you made me mad at you,” he murmured, moving his hands down to her upper thighs.
Her eyes rolled back as she felt his hand almost reach her panties.
She saw his mad eyes, piercing at hers. His rough touches and sharp eyes were turning her more on.
She noticed him unbuttoning his shirt. After that, he threw his shirt to the floor and leaned down to her again.
He began to kiss her bare shoulder, wandering his hands all over her body.
Just as his hands were about to pull down her dress from her body, she let out a whimper.
lan’s hands froze, and his gaze shifted back to his face.
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He saw the resistance in her eyes for him. He assumed the tears streaming down her cheeks were no longer from anger, but from the hatred she felt in her heart.
“He clenched his jaw while staring at her.
Wasn’t she feeling good and moaning when he touched her? Why is she in tears right now?
His heart tightened as he saw her tears.
Even after so many years, he could not see her tears. It hurt his heart.
Did she love Dane this much?
His fists tightened around her dress. He took a deep breath and clenched his teeth.
He took a deep breath and looked at her body one last time before getting out of bed. He looked only at her face and mumbled,
“You love that man so much that you are resisting your own mate’s touches? Indeed, you are a loyal woman.”
The sound of his voice was painful. Staring at her, he felt a mixture of pain and anger.
Ava was taken aback. The whimper was not to resist him but to defeat herself for resisting him. He seemed to misunderstand her reaction.
However, his words brought her back to reality. How could she forget that she was with Dane now? She could not cheat Dane.
Ian averted his gaze from her, imagining that she might not have resisted Dane’s touch. It was him who she was disgusted with.
He bent down to free her hands from the belt’s grip. She immediately sat up, trying to zip up her back chain.
It pained him how she was trying to hide her body from him as if he was a stranger to her.
He grinned painfully and turned around. He felt he should not stay here to make her feel even more insecure.
As soon as he turned around, Ava cast a soft glance at his back.
However, her eyes froze when she saw the wounds like tree branches in his back.
Her lips trembled when she saw the wounds burning red, spreading in his back.
She choked on her breath, staring at the wounds. She was familiar with the wounds. She had experienced the pain. It was unbearable. She felt like she was living in hell. She had those wounds for more than a month. She had not forgotten the days, but she could not forget how painful they were.
One night with these wounds was like years of agony.
She slowly lifted her hand, pointing at his back with her shaking finger, and asked,
“W–What happened to your b–back?”
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