Bab 117: Don’t force her.

Dylan pressed Ava against the side of his car, his hands gripping her arms firmly as he captured her lips in a fierce, almost punishing kiss.

"Mmm!" Ava protested, her hands pushing against his chest as she struggled to break free. But Dylan only deepened the kiss, undeterred by her resistance. Her struggles seemed to ignite something darker in him, and his kisses grew rougher, his frustration pouring into every motion.

"I've been waiting for you," he growled against her lips. "But you didn't come to me. Instead, you were with that man. Are you that desperate?"

Before she could respond, he kissed her again, harder this time. Ava's mind spun, her lips stinging and numb from the intensity. She turned her head, gasping for breath, but Dylan wasn't done.

"Seems like I haven't touched you for too long," he rasped. "That's why you're looking for another man. But I'm still your husband. I can satisfy you."