Chapter 119

Summer's POV

My question dissolved into a sharp gasp as Brandon’s hands found the small of my back, pulling me flush against the hard planes of his chest. The air in the room felt thick, charged with an unspoken tension that made my skin tingle. His gaze was intense, dark eyes searching mine as if trying to read every secret I was hiding.

"Keep talking," he taunted, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against my skin. "Ask me about Anna."

"I—I can't," I whimpered, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm. He didn't answer with words; instead, he moved with a sudden, predatory grace, pinning me to the bed as the world tilted on its axis. The questions about Anna’s past and her scars were still there, but they were being drowned out by the overwhelming presence of the man above me.

He leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from mine, his breath hot. "You're always so full of questions, June. But right now, I think you need to focus on something else."

The night became a whirlwind of shared heat and desperate longing. Every touch from Brandon was a command, a silent demand for my attention and my heart. We lost ourselves in each other, a storm of emotion and desire that filled the quiet of the bedroom. The boundaries between us blurred as we spoke a silent language that needed no crude descriptions to be understood. It was fierce, unyielding, and completely all-consuming.

As the intensity peaked, I felt a deep, rhythmic pulse of connection that left me breathless. Brandon held me tight, his heart thumping against mine until our breathing finally began to slow.

"Next time you want to talk," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he kissed my shoulder, "better make it quick."

I swatted at him weakly, too exhausted to argue, and let myself melt into the sheets, utterly spent and thoroughly claimed. After a few minutes, he scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom. The warm water felt like a blessing as he helped me clean up, his touch firm yet surprisingly gentle. By the time he tucked me back under the blankets, sleep had already begun to swallow me whole.