Chapter 603 Tenderness

Chapter 603 Tenderness

Emily's heart was a whirlwind of emotions. She knew Vincent would never intentionally hurt her, but the memories of the tangled mess between her and Elizabeth, especially when Vincent had someone crash her car to choose Elizabeth over her, left a lingering bitterness she couldn't shake.

She couldn't help but wonder, was the ultimate form of love really just a form of mutual destruction?

"No, I've never thought that way. I was just putting up a front to hide my real feelings. Playing the show, isn't that what you taught me?" Emily said slowly, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

With that, Emily pushed Vincent away, jumped off him, and calmly adjusted her clothes. She moved with the grace of a cat prowling at midnight, then perched herself on the couch.

She extended her hand to Vincent and said, "If we're gonna argue, I'd rather do it comfortably than standing at the door like we're about to duel. How about it? Can we talk?"

"I think you're trying to provoke me," Vincent said, approaching Emily with a dangerous glint in his eye. He tugged at his tie, exuding a predatory aura.

Emily opened the decanter on the table, poured two glasses of red wine, and swirled one gently before placing it in front of Vincent. "You came all this way, angry and looking for me. Is it because you missed me or because you wanted to fight?"

Vincent didn't answer. Instead, he suddenly pulled Emily up from the couch, their bodies pressing tightly together.

Emily gasped, nearly spilling her wine.

Vincent took the glass from her hand with his mouth, downing the wine in one gulp. He then let the glass fall to the carpet, where a few drops of red wine were quickly absorbed.

As Emily looked down at the carpet, Vincent's hot lips found hers, and the warm wine flowed from his mouth to hers.

Emily choked on the wine, coughing uncontrollably.

Vincent didn't let go. Instead, he deepened the kiss, holding Emily tightly as if trying to merge her into his very being.

Emily felt like she was suffocating. She instinctively grabbed Vincent's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

After what felt like an eternity, Vincent finally released her. Emily hung limply on his shoulder, her breathing ragged, her eyes dazed.

Vincent gently stroked her hair, his voice low and tender. "Emily, I missed you so much. Without you, I felt like I lost my soul."

Leaning against Vincent, Emily listened to his confession. The anger and resentment in her heart began to fade, replaced by a deep sense of longing and attachment. She looked up at him and whispered, "I missed you, too."

But she couldn't bring herself to say more. She just wanted to savor this moment, to selfishly have Vincent for ten minutes, no, even five minutes would do.

Because she knew that once she regained her composure, there would be endless disputes between her and Vincent.

Hearing Emily's words, Vincent could no longer hold back.

His hands roamed over Emily's back, waist, and soft breasts.

Emily couldn't help but cry out. Vincent's hot breath brushed against her neck and ear as he rasped, "Don't hold back, let it out."

Emily arched her neck, her hands entwined around Vincent's shoulders, allowing his lips to trail over her collarbone, her nipples, her belly.

Vincent removed Emily's suit, his fingers tracing from her flat stomach to her vulva, then parting it and slowly entering her vagina.

Emily, who hadn't made love in a long time, tensed up, feeling Vincent's fingers tightly gripped by her vagina as he began to suck and tease her nipples.

Emily gradually relaxed.

Vincent's fingers moved faster, sending shivers through Emily's body.

Just as Emily was about to climax, Vincent stopped.

He lifted her hips and began to circle her vulva with his warm tongue, then licked her clitoris and vagina.

His tongue, like a slippery eel, explored her depths, stirring her vagina into a frenzy.

Emily's soft moans turned into gasps.

As she neared climax again, Vincent stopped, unbuckled his belt, and revealed his throbbing cock. He didn't tease her this time but thrust directly into her vagina.

Emily felt like she was being pierced through.

She arched her back involuntarily.

This movement made Vincent feel like his cock was being gripped by a deep-sea octopus, nearly driving him mad.

Overcome by desire, he lifted Emily's hips and began to thrust fiercely.

Emily felt like a broken reed, swaying in the wind, unable to muster any strength.

She didn't know how long it lasted or how many times she cried out, "No more," before Vincent finally ended his assault with a low growl.

They both collapsed on the bed, exhausted and breathless.

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

Unable to wait for Vincent's decision, Emily decided to clean herself up in the bathroom.

Seeing this, Vincent grabbed a towel, wrapped it around himself, and scooped Emily into his arms.

Emily looked up at him with tired eyes and said softly, "I really can't."

Vincent pressed his forehead to hers and chuckled, "What are you thinking? I'm just taking you to wash up."

Emily relaxed, resting her head on Vincent's broad chest.

But they ended up spending another hour and a half in the bathroom.

Emily was carried in and carried out.