I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 330

Sienna still didn't make a sound.

Like a puppy that had just received permission from its owner, Jorrod kissed her again.

And truly acting like a puppy, he just kept using his tall nose and soft lips to nuzzle against her. Every time his skin brushed hers, he would pull back slightly, his dark eyes staring down at her for a few seconds, as if waiting for her command.

A series of tentative touches, matched with brief, frequent, and deeply entangled eye contact.

The room was utterly silent, but the temperature between them was rapidly skyrocketing.

Then, his hands moved.

His large palm slid past her ear, his fingers tangling effortlessly in her hair as he firmly supported the back of her neck.

No matter how gentle the gesture was, having the most vulnerable part of her neck securely locked in a man's grip instantly triggered a feeling of total, one-sided domination.

Sienna instinctively leaned back, trying to put some distance between them.

But the hand behind her neck blocked her retreat, forcing her to unconsciously tilt her head up.

When Jorrod finally kissed her for real, the sweet puppy had suddenly turned into a predatory wolf. His breathing grew heavy and oppressive. No longer satisfied with just innocent friction, he caught her lower lip, sucking on it with a slow, agonizingly gentle pressure.

"Mmm..."

A soft, involuntary sound escaped her throat. It was impossible to tell if it was from pleasure or protest, but the moment that short hum reached his ears, his breathing instantly shattered into chaos.

Sienna's hands gripped his arms. Even through the thin fabric of his shirt, she could clearly feel the tight lines of his muscles and the erratic pounding of his pulse.

It was a terrifyingly vibrant, intense vitality.

A complete contrast to the blank, broken state he had been in all day.

Her heart was hammering wildly against her ribs, the sound deafening in her ears, finally yanking her logic back into place.

At first, she hadn't pushed him away.

She had just been harboring a tiny sliver of curiosity, wanting to test whether the man in front of her was actually faking his amnesia.

But after a few breathless moments, his raw, unpolished, and completely unintentional seduction was making her entirely too hot and bothered.

All Jorrod could do was tilt his head back, desperately chasing her lips, practically begging for more.

Their noses brushed, his ragged breathing washing entirely over her face, sending a dizzying, electric shock straight to her brain.

In the white-hot intensity of the moment, both of them were thoroughly intoxicated. Through a haze of desire, Sienna narrowed her eyes and finally set the record straight.

"Jorrod Vaughn, you really act like my adult student. Who takes a lesson and immediately demands a practical exam?"

Every single muscle in Jorrod's body went instantly, painfully rigid.

The overwhelming addiction in his system was rapidly morphing into an unspeakable, agonizing desperation.

What was he begging for?

As they stared at each other, his dark eyes grew bottomless. His narrow eyes were half-closed, the gaze clouded, swirling with an endless, primal hunger, desperate for a single answer.

"Sienna Quinn," she said softly.

The man stared at her intently, repeating it like a vow. "Sienna Quinn..."