Chapter 133

Tara shook her head. It wasn't anything tiring. They were only walking, but Soren's breathing grew heavy as if he had waited a long time for this day. As soon as they entered the villa, he shut the door behind them. He then pinned her against it and kissed her without restraint. He kissed her until she was unable to think straight. She was completely unable to stop the deepening of his kisses. He carried her upstairs and closed the bedroom door. The man before Tara had utterly lost control of himself. She looked at the bra forcibly torn and tossed on the floor—that one was a goner too. Even deep into the night, Soren remained insatiable. He deliberately left the bedside lamp on so that he could see her clearly at every moment. Obviously, the way she looked under the light only made him more tender and out of control. Tara only had fragmented memories of that night. He was far more relentless than she had expected. When she woke up in his arms, Soren was already awake and was wat