Chapter 209: Never Part
“Alison, do you remember the email address?” Jack asked.
“Yes, I opened it the night you went to the hospital. Jack, that person also sent me a skull,” Alison said.
“Give me your email password tomorrow, okay?” Though this was invading her privacy, finding that person was more important.
She nodded. “Okay.”
He reached for the wall switch to turn off the light.
But the moment he moved, she instinctively followed his arm with her gaze.
She protested. “Don’t turn off the light! I’m scared.”
“Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you.” He soothed her.
Then he cradled her head in his arms and kissed her.
Their lips and tongues intertwined.
As he kissed her, he began to recall their first time in the apartment.
Back then, she had been so innocent.
Every detail of that night flooded his mind through their kisses: the bed, the bathroom, the bloodstains on the sheets.
These memories made his mind grow clearer. “Alison, was that your first time?”
“What?” She was confused.
“Alison, you gave me your first time, right?” He recalled she was so tight back then, driving him mad with desire.
Her cheeks flushed crimson, and her whole body burned hot.
Thankfully, he had turned off the lights, sparing her from too much embarrassment.
She whispered, “Yes.”
It filled him with wild joy.
“Alison…” he murmured.
“Jack…” She echoed him, her voice trembling under his gentle touch.
His kisses grew wild and passionate. He sucked on her tongue, drawing out her sweetness.
Gently brushing stray strands of hair from her face, he kissed her with care — her eyebrows, eyes, cheeks, finally circling up toward her hairline.
“Ah…” The kiss drew a moan from her lips.
He held her tightly against him. He kissed each earlobe in turn, sending shivers through her body each time.
But her tightly pressed lips revealed that she hadn’t fully surrendered.
“Alison, relax. Don’t bite your lip. I want to hear you calling out.”
He had waited so long for this moment.
“I…” She nestled against him, allowing him to move.
“Don’t be afraid. Relax. Trust me. I’ll never hurt you again.”
She blinked, her nose brushing against his skin.
His kisses drifted from her earlobe to her neck, tracing every inch until they lingered on the scarred spot.
“Does it still hurt?” he murmured.
She shook her head. “No.”
“Alison, I will find the one who hurt you.” He promised, silently vowing that he would never let that person go.
…
He slid into her with tenderness.
“Jack…” she called out, her body trembling, slick with need.
“Alison, open your eyes. Look at me,” he commanded.
She gazed into his eyes, her mind blank, and allowed him to surrender completely as he led her to a peak.
Finally, with a low growl, it all came to a quiet end.
Only the damp sweat on their bodies whispered of what had just transpired.
Exhausted, she closed her eyes.
He gently lifted her. “Sweetheart, don’t sleep yet. Take a shower first. It will make you comfortable.”
“Okay,” she murmured, the memory of his passion still echoing in her mind.
“Jack, put me down. I can manage myself.” She blushed.
“Don’t move. It’ll hurt.”
“Jack, put me down.” She insisted.
“No way.” He turned on the faucet and carried her into the bathtub.