The Bond Between Us ( Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 863

Something felt off about Herman tonight, but Anastasia couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

Maybe he was just a little too enthusiastic? Maybe a little too wild?

He caught her hand, pressed her gently against the bathroom wall, and kissed her with a fierce, hungry intensity. Warm water poured from the shower above, steam curling around them, the temperature rising and making everything feel even more electric.

She lost track of how long they stayed like that. When he finally let her go, his eyes were dark and burning, his gaze locked on her as if he couldn't get enough.

Anastasia's cheeks were flushed, her chest rising and falling as water traced sparkling paths down her curves. She looked radiant, her skin glowing, with a softness that was impossible to resist.

Trying to catch her breath, she asked, her voice light but puzzled, “What’s gotten into you tonight?”

He slid his fingers through her wet hair, holding her gently as he murmured, voice deep and rough, “I just want to go a little crazy with you.”

After that, words just faded away. Everything was about touch, about sensation.

The big bathroom turned into their private little world. She couldn't remember how long they tangled together, only that tonight, Herman seemed utterly unrestrained. After three years together and countless nights like this, she’d never seen him so wild, so thrilling, leaving her dazed and breathless. With the steam swirling around them, it felt like they’d stepped straight into some dreamy, cinematic fantasy.

When it all finally quieted down, Anastasia drifted off to sleep without even noticing. Herman slipped out onto the balcony for a smoke—a habit he just couldn’t shake.

His jealousy had been flaring up again lately, and his need for Anastasia was turning downright possessive. Even after his memory loss, Rowan had always seemed to set him off. Tonight was no different—Rowan was the reason Herman had gone overboard.

He just wanted Anastasia to remember him, to want him so much she couldn’t bear to let him go.

But with Rowan, there was always a weird, unspoken something between him and Anastasia. Herman never dared to ask, never wanted to look too closely.

Anastasia, meanwhile, barely gave Rowan a thought. She’d never explained anything to Herman, never thought it was necessary.

When he finished his cigarette, Herman climbed back into bed and wrapped Anastasia in his arms from behind. It was a habit from before the memory loss—something that just felt right, even now.

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