Chapter 869

Chapter 869

When Alyssa met Jasper's eyes, her heart raced. She noticed the vulnerability and madness in his

eyes, reminiscent of two years ago when he had made love to her all night. She found herself

helplessly drawn

to that look.

“Jasper, calm down! Let me g-Mmmph-" He silenced her with a kiss, his hot lips exploring hers

passionately, leaving her breathless.

She couldn't even breathe properly.

Desperate to take her, he seemed driven to the brink of madness by his desire.

Every day without her was pure suffering. He was just a zombie with no purpose in life.

Alyssa started moaning with rapid breathing and flushed skin.

Quivering underneath him, she fought him by pushing against his chest, but it screamed seduction

to him.

In fact, whenever she showed up, even in his dreams, she was irresistibly seductive and charming.

She couldn't evade his kiss. Soon, their bodies intertwined. They kissed hard and sloppily, making

sounds

as they went for it.

His callused hand with bulging veins caressed her legs and traveled upward.

Drenched in sweat, Alyssa pressed on his hand and mumbled, “No...”

He broke away from her moist lips, stretching a strand of saliva. Panting, he begged, “Lyse, only you

can

save me now. I don't want anyone else. Only you can save me."

Two years ago, she had “saved” him once. Two years later, and after a divorce, she was still

entangled

with the same man.

Jasper showered her with passionate and aggressive kisses from her lips to her chin. He kissed her

on

the neck and the collarbone as well.

Eyes glistening in tears, Alyssa stretched her neck like an elegant swan as she hugged his head and

ran

her fingers through his hair. He was loving and tender with her, unlike the time when he took her

virginity.

Once again, she fell for him. Melting into a puddle underneath him, she made love to him. All she

could

remember from the night was how she surrendered herself to him.

Alyssa had once again satisfied his urges. After the lengthy lovemaking, she was sore all over,

including

on her waist. She struggled to stand up.

Whatever drug that Jasper took must have been extremely potent. He sweated and plowed her with

great

strength and endurance.

Wrapped in a blanket, she slowly rose in bed and cast a look at Jasper, who was deep in sleep. Still

hugging her, he looked breathtaking even when he was asleep.

Biting her lower lip, she couldn't help but trace his face. Her heart was racing.

She touched his forehead and realized that his fever was gone. The effect of the drug seemed to

have

worn off.

Sighing, she picked up her undergarment from the ground. After some hesitation, she grabbed his

shirt,

wearing it as makeshift pajamas.