Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 827

Camila’s thoughts scattered, her reason swept away by the force of his kiss. They had kissed many times before, each one a different experience—tender, passionate, restrained. But never like this. Tonight’s kiss was dangerous, charged with an overwhelming, possessive energy. She was breathless, caught off guard by its intensity.

She tried to regain her composure, to pull her scattered thoughts back into focus, but when her eyes met his, she was lost in their bottomless depths. They were like a vortex, their pull fatal and all-consuming, threatening to draw her in and devour her completely. Her heart hammered against her ribs, out of control, as she became utterly mesmerized by his gaze.

A strange, weightless sensation washed over her, as if she were floating among the clouds, teetering on the edge of a fall. The feeling of being suspended, neither grounded nor flying, sent a jolt of panic through her. Instinct took over, and she clung to him, her entire body pressing against his.

At her movement, the corners of his eyes flushed a deep red. The icy composure that usually defined him shattered, replaced by a raw, darkening desire. His Adam’s apple bobbed as his kisses trailed from her lips to her neck, then to her collarbone. As he moved, the gown slid further down her shoulders, revealing the luminous skin beneath in the dim, flickering light of the car.

Her porcelain skin was now flushed with a delicate crimson. His breathing grew heavier as he slowly lowered her pliant body onto the seat.

She was already dizzy from his kisses, completely disoriented. In a daze, she felt the oxygen in the car thinning, the air growing hotter. By the time she managed to grasp a sliver of awareness, she realized the car had stopped. They were parked in the garage of Eagle’s Peak Estate.

The space was silent, occupied only by the two of them. She was pressed back against the seat, her upper body completely bare. Hovering over her was Dennis—the cool, ascetic mask gone, his eyes blazing with a primal, possessive hunger.

“Dennis, you… what’s gotten into you…?” she stammered, flustered, her eyes shimmering as she struggled to sit up.

He simply pressed a hand to her shoulder, and her movements ceased. His eyes were a deep, rich black, the flush at their corners intoxicatingly alluring. The voice that emerged from his throat was low, hoarse, and magnetic. “Hmm? What’s gotten into me?”

The sound sent her heart into a frenzy. She was no innocent teenager; she had a child. She knew exactly what was about to happen. And while she knew this day would come sooner or later, it felt so sudden. Couldn’t he have given her some warning?

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