Chapter 195 A Resigned Sigh Whispered into Her Ear
The moment his lips met hers, a flush of warmth spread across Victoria's face, the rosy blush reaching even to her ears. Alexander Harrington had a habit of kissing her whenever he pleased, heedless of whether she welcomed his advances or not. She might have, had he been her husband.
Victoria Kensington gently placed her hand on his shoulder, turning her face away as she murmured a soft, "Don't."
Alexander didn't press further, simply releasing a sigh of frustration as he observed her rejection. He was not a man devoid of self-control, yet he questioned why he should hold himself back. She didn't comprehend him, didn't trust him, and her answer was always a firm no.
As these thoughts swirled in his mind, he found himself unable to decipher the psychology behind his actions. Yet, he found himself tightening his grip on her face, sealing her lips with another kiss.
A muffled sound slipped from Victoria, the rest of her voice seemingly swallowed by him. Pinned to the couch by Alexander, he studied her lips, now plump and moist from his kisses, wrestling with the urge to claim her then and there. Victoria lay breathless, too scared to make a sound.
As Alexander moved to kiss her again, she swiftly raised her hand to cover her mouth. However, he caught her wrist before it could reach its intended destination. Their fingers interlaced on the spacious sofa, he hoisted her hands above her head, then leaned in for another deep kiss.
The large living room descended into an eerie silence. Her resistance was futile; tears of distress began to trickle down her face. Sensing her tears against his fingers, Alexander gradually ceased his advances. She continued to sob, her gaze silently pleading as their eyes locked.
A heavy sense of unease washed over Alexander, prompting him to halt. His thumb gently traced the tear streaks on her face, his touch lingering on her lips, silently questioning the thought of others having kissed this beautiful place. Did she cry like this, a cry that screamed for sympathy, when others kissed her? The mere thought of anyone else tasting her sweetness drove him to kiss her again, uncontrollably.
Victoria Kensington, terrified, struggled briefly but was soon restrained. He positioned her hands around his neck in an embrace. He liked this, her seemingly enjoying the kisses as much as he did, though it might have been an illusion. Otherwise, why would her tears keep falling?
The sound of his phone ringing brought him to a pause, his breathing erratic. He watched her for a while as she now avoided his gaze. Once he stopped and moved away from her lips, she fiercely kept her mouth shut, tears streaming steadily, yet stubbornly without a sob.
"It's your husband kissing you, only kissing, not a stranger attacking you. Why can't you stop crying?" he asked, baffled. His phone continued to ring, ignored, as he voiced his confusion.
Victoria Kensington wanted to respond, but any slight movement of her mouth threatened to bring more tears. She bit her lower lip hard to keep from making any sound. Alexander's deep gaze caught the sight of her lips, flecked with whiteness under the pressure of her teeth; he lifted his hand to ease them, then leaned in to kiss her once again.
This time, Victoria quickly surrendered. As she turned her head, his lips found the sensitive skin of her neck, igniting a fiery blush on her cheeks once again. Alexander Harrington was fuming, but now he couldn't help but laugh.
Victoria Kensington clenched her fists tightly, letting them hang naturally at her sides. She was a bit angry with herself for being so vulnerable. Every kiss from him seemed to leave her flushed. Even the skin of her neck, where his lips had been, was tinged with red. Soon, she heard a sigh of resignation near her ear.
Then, his weight gradually lifted from her. Lowering her gaze, she saw him lean over to grab a tissue and heard his magnetic voice, "You guys go ahead, count me out."
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