Whisper - Chapter 72: Chapter 72
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Entwined Hearts and Lingering Shadows – 1
Entwined Hearts and Lingering Shadows ( Olivia's POV )
I gasped as Connor pulled me back onto the bed with one swift movement. Before I could protest, he flipped me over, pressing me beneath his powerful body. His lips descended on mine in a kiss that made my head spin.
Unlike last night's desperate, drug – fueled frenzy, this kiss was gentle and lingering. His lips moved against mine with tender intoxication, making my heart flutter wildly in my chest.
I felt a certain change in his body pressed against mine, and immediately stiffened. Heat rushed to my face, turning it bright red.
"No ... no more, I can't take it ..." I stammered, still sore from our night together.
Connor's ice – blue eyes shimmered with amusement, the corners crinkling slightly. His voice was deliciously hoarse when he spoke.
"Alright, just a little kiss. I won't torment you anymore."
But his words proved false as his lips descended once again, capturing mine in another breathtaking kiss that left me clinging to his broad shoulders.
After what felt like an eternity of sweet torture, Connor finally released me. Without warning, he scooped me into his arms and carried me toward the bathroom.
As he lifted the quilt, his gaze caught on something that made him pause. Following his line of sight, I saw dark red bloodstains marring the pristine white bedsheet.
Cradled princess – style in his strong arms, I bit my lip shyly. The evidence of my virginity was there for him to see, impossible to hide.
"Um ... I ... I'm not dirty," I ed, feeling oddly vulnerable. "That was my first time."
Connor's expression softened immediately. He planted a devout kiss on my forehead, his lips warm against my skin.
"Even if it wasn't, I wouldn't mind," he murmured against my hair.
A newfound confidence surged through me. I raised an eyebrow, my amber eyes meeting his ice – blue ones directly.
"What about you? Was it your first time?"
His jaw tightened slightly, a possessive jealousy flashing across his handsome features.
"Of course," he replied, his tone slightly clipped. "Unlike some people who have dated before, you are my first love."
Embarrassment and sweetness mingled in my chest at his words. I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips.
"Well, you should've confessed earlier," I muttered, looking away.
He chuckled, the sound low and intimate. "Blame me then."
In the spacious bathroom, Connor lowered me gently into the warm water. To my surprise, he rolled up his sleeves and began washing my hair, his strong fingers massaging my scalp with unexpected tenderness.
I closed my eyes in bliss, relaxing into his touch. "Mmm, Alpha Rivers ' hands are pretty good," I joked, enjoying the pampering.
His laughter rumbled deep in his chest. "Then I'll serve you every day from now on."
After thoroughly washing me, paying special attention to my sore muscles, Connor carried me out of the bath. He placed me carefully on the sofa and began drying my hair with a hairdryer, his movements patient and gentle.
I watched him through the mirror, a complex mix of emotions swirling in my amber eyes. "I didn't expect our first time to be like this."
As he carefully blew my hair strand by strand, Connor's face darkened slightly. The reminder of last night's events clearly troubled him.
"The man who drugged you has been caught," he explained, his deep voice tight with controlled anger. "His name is Jeremy Walsh."
I tensed at the mention, memories of the fake waiter flooding back.
"He was directed by Lloyd Simmons, that obese man waiting in the hotel room,"
Connor continued, his hands never pausing in their gentle ministrations. "They acted out of lust without knowing your identity as a member of the Winters pack."
A shiver ran down my spine at how close I'd come to disaster.
"The authorities have already filed a case for attempted assault with drugging substances. Both men are now in detention." His voice hardened with promise. "They will suffer the full retribution of the law."
Connor set down the hairdryer, his ice – blue eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "I searched for you in the lounge but couldn't find you. By chance, when I pressed the elevator button on the 18th floor to check the penthouse suite, I found you."
His hands tightened slightly on my shoulders. "If I had been just a moment later ..."
He didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't need to. We both knew what could have happened.
"Livvy, I will make them pay," he vowed, his voice heavy with authority.
I fell silent, a toxic mixture of fear, anger, and helplessness welling inside me. Though
I tried to suppress it, the trauma of what had nearly happened still cast a shadow over
During this heavy silence, Connor's phone buzzed repeatedly on the glass coffee table. He ignored it completely, his attention fully focused on me.
Entwined Hearts and Lingering Shadows ( Olivia's POV )
I gasped as Connor pulled me back onto the bed with one swift movement. Before I could protest, he flipped me over, pressing me beneath his powerful body. His lips descended on mine in a kiss that made my head spin.
Unlike last night's desperate, drug – fueled frenzy, this kiss was gentle and lingering. His lips moved against mine with tender intoxication, making my heart flutter wildly in my chest.
I felt a certain change in his body pressed against mine, and immediately stiffened. Heat rushed to my face, turning it bright red.
"No ... no more, I can't take it ..." I stammered, still sore from our night together.
Connor's ice – blue eyes shimmered with amusement, the corners crinkling slightly. His voice was deliciously hoarse when he spoke.
"Alright, just a little kiss. I won't torment you anymore."
But his words proved false as his lips descended once again, capturing mine in another breathtaking kiss that left me clinging to his broad shoulders.
After what felt like an eternity of sweet torture, Connor finally released me. Without warning, he scooped me into his arms and carried me toward the bathroom.
As he lifted the quilt, his gaze caught on something that made him pause. Following his line of sight, I saw dark red bloodstains marring the pristine white bedsheet.
Cradled princess – style in his strong arms, I bit my lip shyly. The evidence of my virginity was there for him to see, impossible to hide.
"Um ... I ... I'm not dirty," I ed, feeling oddly vulnerable. "That was my first time."
Connor's expression softened immediately. He planted a devout kiss on my forehead, his lips warm against my skin.
"Even if it wasn't, I wouldn't mind," he murmured against my hair.
A newfound confidence surged through me. I raised an eyebrow, my amber eyes meeting his ice – blue ones directly.
"What about you? Was it your first time?"
His jaw tightened slightly, a possessive jealousy flashing across his handsome features.
"Of course," he replied, his tone slightly clipped. "Unlike some people who have dated before, you are my first love."
Embarrassment and sweetness mingled in my chest at his words. I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips.
"Well, you should've confessed earlier," I muttered, looking away.
He chuckled, the sound low and intimate. "Blame me then."
In the spacious bathroom, Connor lowered me gently into the warm water. To my surprise, he rolled up his sleeves and began washing my hair, his strong fingers massaging my scalp with unexpected tenderness.
I closed my eyes in bliss, relaxing into his touch. "Mmm, Alpha Rivers ' hands are pretty good," I joked, enjoying the pampering.
His laughter rumbled deep in his chest. "Then I'll serve you every day from now on."
After thoroughly washing me, paying special attention to my sore muscles, Connor carried me out of the bath. He placed me carefully on the sofa and began drying my hair with a hairdryer, his movements patient and gentle.
I watched him through the mirror, a complex mix of emotions swirling in my amber eyes. "I didn't expect our first time to be like this."
As he carefully blew my hair strand by strand, Connor's face darkened slightly. The reminder of last night's events clearly troubled him.
"The man who drugged you has been caught," he explained, his deep voice tight with controlled anger. "His name is Jeremy Walsh."
I tensed at the mention, memories of the fake waiter flooding back.
"He was directed by Lloyd Simmons, that obese man waiting in the hotel room,"
Connor continued, his hands never pausing in their gentle ministrations. "They acted out of lust without knowing your identity as a member of the Winters pack."
A shiver ran down my spine at how close I'd come to disaster.
"The authorities have already filed a case for attempted assault with drugging substances. Both men are now in detention." His voice hardened with promise. "They will suffer the full retribution of the law."
Connor set down the hairdryer, his ice – blue eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "I searched for you in the lounge but couldn't find you. By chance, when I pressed the elevator button on the 18th floor to check the penthouse suite, I found you."
His hands tightened slightly on my shoulders. "If I had been just a moment later ..."
He didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't need to. We both knew what could have happened.
"Livvy, I will make them pay," he vowed, his voice heavy with authority.
I fell silent, a toxic mixture of fear, anger, and helplessness welling inside me. Though
I tried to suppress it, the trauma of what had nearly happened still cast a shadow over
During this heavy silence, Connor's phone buzzed repeatedly on the glass coffee table. He ignored it completely, his attention fully focused on me.
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