Chapter 329

The air grew thick with passion, charged with an undeniable electricity.

Soft whimpers and breathless gasps filled the luxurious suite.

Evelyn finally succumbed to exhaustion, her body going limp against the silk sheets.

Nathan carefully gathered her in his arms, carrying her to the marble ensuite bathroom. The warm water cascaded over her delicate frame as he tenderly washed away the evidence of their passion.

As he gazed at Evelyn's flawless form, something unfamiliar flickered in Nathan's usually cold eyes. The sight of her vulnerable beauty stirred something primal within him.

His fingers trembled slightly as they traced the curve of her shoulder. The desire to take her again burned through his veins, but with tremendous effort, he restrained himself.

After drying her gently with a plush towel, Nathan carried Evelyn back to bed. Finding her own sheets in disarray, he brought her to his king-sized bed instead.

The alcohol haze had completely lifted now. Every moment of their passionate encounter played vividly in his mind.

Nathan was stunned by his own loss of control. Never in his disciplined life had he surrendered to desire so completely.

But the combination of whiskey and physical exertion weighed heavily on him. With Evelyn curled against his chest, he fell into a deep sleep.

The first light of dawn filtered through the curtains when Evelyn stirred awake.

Pain was her first conscious sensation. Every muscle protested as if she'd run a marathon in stilettos.

Her eyes fluttered open to find Nathan's chiseled profile inches from her face. The realization hit her like a freight train.

She was in Nathan Black's bed. And he was shirtless.

A terrifying thought struck her. With trembling hands, Evelyn lifted the duvet - and nearly choked on her own breath.

Not a stitch of clothing covered her body. Worse still, angry red marks decorated her pale skin where his mouth had been.

The memories came flooding back in vivid detail.

Last night...

She'd slept with Nathan Black.

And heaven help her, she'd been the one to initiate it.

The recollection of her drunken boldness made her want to crawl into a hole and die. Had she really pinned him against the wall? Had she actually torn at his shirt buttons with her teeth?

Evelyn bit down hard on her lower lip as she studied Nathan's peaceful expression. Moving with the caution of a thief, she began extracting herself from the tangle of limbs and sheets.