The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1694

Hertha's breath was stolen away, a mix of discomfort and helplessness washing over her as she tried to push Alaric away. But Alaric had one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her firmly in place, not allowing her to break free. His other hand cradled the back of her head, pressing into a fierce kiss that Hertha, despite her best efforts, couldn't escape.

Alaric's longing for Hertha was too intense, her words had deeply stirred him. Once his lips met Hertha's, he didn't want to let go. Moreover, since their separation, it had been three years since he'd been with a woman, his physical desires overpowering his reason. Kissing Hertha passionately, he couldn't help but scoop her up and stride towards the bedroom.

Pushing Hertha down onto the bed, his kisses became more fervent. At first, Hertha's mind fiercely resisted, but her body couldn't deny its longing for Alaric. Gradually, she melted under his kisses, her mind going blank. As Alaric kissed her again, Hertha's eyelashes fluttered.

Alaric was a master of seduction, capable of conquering any woman's resistance if he wished. Hertha's heartfelt confession made Alaric understand her true feelings. He instantly knew she didn't dislike him; her hesitance was due to his past with Georgia. To erase her doubts, he knew the best way was to make her his woman again!

Alaric's kissing skills soon left Hertha limp under his onslaught. What began as a heated argument turned into passionate intimacy. That night, Hertha, in a daze, succumbed to Alaric's stunning looks and expert touch. Time passed, and only when Hertha was exhausted and asleep did Alaric lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around her.

Waking up, Hertha found herself enveloped in Alaric's embrace, his arms forming a circle around her. His body warmth was higher than hers, providing a comforting warmth and a sense of security. Her gaze fell upon Alaric's lean chest, his healthy tan skin and well-defined muscles exuding masculine beauty. Remembering how she was engulfed by his embrace the previous night made Hertha's blood rush, her face unconsciously heating up at the memory.

She had decided to cut all ties with Alaric, yet they had shared the most intimate moment! How could there be no ties between them? As Hertha berated herself, she suddenly remembered she had resisted him! Yes, she had pushed Alaric away, refusing him, but he had insisted, forcefully taking their relationship to the next level!

With this realization, Hertha felt empowered, biting down hard on Alaric's chest.

"Ouch!" Alaric, jolted from sleep, instinctively sat up. Clutching the bitten area, he turned to see Hertha's big, round eyes, filled with a mix of grievance and anger.

Alaric frowned, saying, "Hertha, what are you, a werewolf? Biting people like that!"

Releasing his grip, he checked the bitten spot and was shocked to see a deep mark, even bleeding where her teeth had sunk in!

"Damn! You've broken the skin; do I need a rabies shot now?" Alaric cursed, his fox-like eyes glaring at Hertha with indignation.

"Rabies shot? Alaric, how can you be so crude? Get out of my bed!" Hertha, fuming, sat up and kicked Alaric in the waist. Dodging her kick, Alaric slipped out of the bed, the blankets falling to the floor.