Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 389: She had wasted earlier opportunities, and now, freedom seemed even more out of reach. Abruptly, the door flew open. Startled, Nyla bolted upright in bed as Ethan staggered into the room, unsteady on his feet. "Ethan?" she exclaimed reflexively. He offered no reply. Was he drunk? Nyla pondered, hesitating just before rising. Unexpectedly, Ethan leaned over her, taking her by surprise. She instinctively pushed against his chest. "What are you doing?" she uttered, her voice quivering with the sudden proximity. Ethan was silent, his gaze intense as he began to undress her. "Ethan!

Stop!" Nyla cried out, panic setting in as she attempted to fend him off. Ethan's hold only tightened in response to her struggles. "Why do you always try to leave?" Ethan whispered, his lips grazing her neck, his breath warm against her skin. Nyla flinched from the warmth, but before she could respond, Ethan's lips forcefully met hers. His passionate kisses moved down her neck, and his hands ventured over her, leaving Nyla completely overwhelmed. Ethan's intimate knowledge of her body rendered her powerless, surrendering to his touch.

Caught in a wave of passion, Nyla found herself gripping Ethan's neck tightly. Every journey starts at gⱯlnσνs﹒о The night had only just begun. Moonlight streamed through the window, bathing their intertwined figures in silver light. Nyla found herself pressed against the glass, with Ethan close behind her. Each time she tried to pull away, Ethan drew her back firmly. Time and again, she lost track of his relentless pursuits.

As consciousness began to slip away, the last thing Nyla heard was Ethan's voice, thick with emotion and confusion, pleading, "Don't leave me." When Nyla woke the following morning, her body ached as though it had weathered a tempest. She massaged her sore arms and noticed, as she raised her hand, that someone was beside her. Turning, she caught sight of Ethan's handsome face, his complexion so perfect it almost seemed unfair. Holding her breath, Nyla attempted to quietly exit the bed, but Ethan's strong arm encircled her the moment she started.

With a gentle tug, she found herself pulled back against his chest. . . .