His tongue delved deep, silencing any protests. Emily struggled to catch her breath as he continued to drive into her, his movements both punishing and demanding.
“Then why were you on a date?” he demanded, his voice thick with anger and hurt.
“It wasn’t… me. It was Lily,” she managed to say between gasps, her voice trembling.
Nicholas’s thrusts slowed slightly, though his intensity didn’t waver. He pulled back, his gaze piercing as he looked into her face. Emily’s heavy eyelids fluttered open, her chest heaving.
“It was… Lily’s date, not mine,” she whispered, her words finally clear.
Nicholas’s shoulders relaxed as the tension in his body melted away. His anger softened, replaced by an almost tender expression.
"You should have told me,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her neck and pulling her into a tight embrace. His movements slowed, and for a moment, they simply held each other, the storm between them settling into quiet intimacy.