INTO THE DEPTHS OF LOVE : CHAPTER 91 – 100

INTO THE DEPTHS OF LOVE : CHAPTER 91 – 100

Kristin bit her lip. “I have my bags packed. If you don’t stop me, I’ll leave this room, and I won’t come back. I’ll go back to Glenwood, and you won’t see me again.”

“Are you threatening me?” Richard asked, his voice low.

“I’m leaving,” she said, heading for the door. But before she could open it, Richard grabbed her arm, gently pulling her back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

“You told me to leave,” Kristin replied.

“You think I’d let you go that easily?”

“You won’t forgive me, so maybe I should leave before I hurt you more.”

“You did hurt me,” Richard admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I don’t care about your past. Even if you had a dozen kids, it doesn’t matter. You’re my present and my future.”

Tears welled up in Kristin’s eyes. She had lied about leaving, hoping it would make him forgive her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“I have a better way to punish you”

Before Kristin could comprehend what was happening, he crushed his lips against hers, devouring them with urgency.

His hand slipped under her dress, pulling down her panties as he whispered these words in her ears.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard… and make you have another baby”

INTO THE DEPTHS OF LOVE : CHAPTER 91 – 100

Richard’s eyes were intense, as he close the distance between them, his gaze locked on her. She could feel the air shift between them, the tension almost unbearable.

His hand slowly moved up her arm, sending shivers through her body as he pulled her closer. The moment seemed to stretch, each second amplifying the unspoken desire between them.

Without a word, Richard cupped her face with both hands and kissed her. It wasn’t soft or tentative—it was fierce, urgent, like all the pent-up emotions they’d been holding back.

Kristin responded immediately, her hands gripping his shirt as she pressed herself against him, lost in the heat of the moment.

His lips moved against hers with a hunger she hadn’t expected, and his hands slid down to her waist, pulling her even closer. Every touch felt electric, and her mind was spinning with the intensity of it all.

She could feel his need, with the way his fingers dug into her skin, possessively and hungrily.

Time seemed to stop as they stood there, lost in each other, the kiss deepening with every second. Kristin’s heart raced, her body trembling under the weight of his passion.

Richard’s hands wandered lower, his fingers gripping her hips firmly as he pressed her against him.

The heat between them was undeniable, and Kristin’s breath came in short, ragged bursts as she clung to him, her fingers tangling in his hair.

His lips moved from her mouth to her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he kissed a trail along her collarbone. Kristin tilted her head back, her eyes fluttering closed as a soft gasp escaped her lips.

The sensation of his mouth on her skin sent waves of heat coursing through her, and she felt her knees weaken beneath her.

Richard’s hands slid up her back, his fingers grazing her skin as he pulled her even closer, their bodies flush against each other. His breath was ragged as he pressed his lips to hers again, this time slower, more deliberate. The intensity between them hadn’t faded, but now it was more controlled, more purposeful.

Kristin’s body responded instinctively, her hands roaming his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath his shirt. She could feel his heart pounding as hard as hers, their bodies in sync as they moved together, lost in the moment.

There was no space left between them, no distance, only the heat of their bodies and the intensity of their connection. Kristin’s mind was a blur of sensation, every nerve in her body alive under Richard’s touch.

The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was him—his touch, his kiss and the fire that burn between them.

As their kiss deepened, Richard’s hands roamed with growing urgency, exploring the curves of Kristin’s body with a reverent touch. His fingers traced the line of her spine, sending jolts of sensation through her.

Kristin’s fingers slid beneath his shirt, feeling the taut muscles of his back, her touch eliciting a low, throaty groan from him.

INTO THE DEPTHS OF LOVE : CHAPTER 91 – 100

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