The Cherished Wife

Chapter 42

Noelle clung to Charles, her lips finding the curve of his neck, an oasis in the desert she felt lost in. His coolness was the perfect contrast to her fiery need. She was drawn to him, time and time again, desperate for a taste of his refreshing calm.

Charles’s gaze grew more intense as he gently caressed Noelle’s cheek with his cool hand. “Wake up!” he urged.

Noelle could not hear him. She just wanted to be close to him. “Don’t push me away, it aches so much!” she pleaded.

Charles caught his breath, his self–control nearly shattering at the sound of Noelle’s soft, seductive voice.

He was no saint, especially not when it came to Noelle With her, he had always been a little more patient. Now, with this beautiful woman in his arms, willingly embracing him, he could not just stand there unaffected

charles, it aches,” Noelle’s faint voice echoed in his ear. Her fiery lips brushed against his earlobe, nibbling with impatience. Charles’s eyes darkened, his hand cradling the back of her head as he leaned in and captured her lips with his.

her hands wrapping around his neck, her whole

she

her usual reserve, now replaced by a wildness. Maybe it was the drugs, but Noelle’s kisses were frantic, like she was searching desperately for release. She clung to Charles

adrift for ages

voices returned to Noelle’s room. Julian and Jade had come back. Impossible. We brought that girl here ourselves.

the funds if we cause trouble for Master York?” Julian chimed in, anxious about the

all on you,” he snapped. “You were supposed to be on the lookout. Now that girl can’t just

deed is done,

gaze narrowed as Julian and Jade’s voices drew nearer. He gently pulled Noelle back and caught a glimpse of her dazed eyes, which

her arms encircling Charles’s waist and her head nestled