The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 712

Sophia could feel the storm of emotions rolling off of Brandon.

Her hands, hanging awkwardly at her sides, lifted slightly as if to push him away but hesitated.

Brandon didn't give her a moment to second-guess.

The moment their lips touched, his hand tightened around the back of her neck, pulling her closer. His kiss deepened, his tongue skillfully finding hers, as if he wanted to consume her whole.

Sophia felt like a lamb in the jaws of a hungry wolf, her head tilted back, forced to endure his overwhelming desire. Yet she quickly found herself lost in the heat of his passionate kiss.

As she wrapped her arms around Brandon's neck, her passive stance shifted into an unconscious response.

The desire Brandon had been holding back erupted like a volcano.

His touch grew rougher, his kisses more intense, his hand in her hair tightening, while the other hand eagerly tugged at her clothes.

The room was filled with a symphony of their mingled breaths and the rustle of fabric against fabric.

Long-suppressed desires took control of them both.

The darkness only intensified the longing that lay deep within their hearts.

At this moment, reason was the least necessary thing.

Sophia forgot where they were, her mind wiped clean by Brandon’s relentless attention, driven by pure instinct and desire, passionately returning his kisses.

She couldn't recall how they made it to the bedroom.

Clothes were carelessly discarded in their heated embrace.

As soon as she was laid back on the cool sheets, the sudden chill brought her back to her senses for a moment. She reached for the blanket, embarrassed, but Brandon's hot kisses descended again.

He was still standing at the edge of the bed, one hand cradling her head, the other impatiently pulling off his dark loungewear.

Buttons scattered as he tore open his shirt with a swift motion, pressing her deeper into the mattress.

The details of what followed were hazy for Sophia, only the profound craving for each other's bodies seemed to have been etched into her bones.

Brandon, who normally appeared composed and restrained, was anything but.

He was like a skilled hunter, effortlessly controlling all her senses and emotions.

Under him, she had nowhere to hide.

He was full of energy too.

Their long-untouched bodies turned into a potent aphrodisiac.

That night, they were like two untamed beasts, unreservedly following their deepest desires. The dark, private space became their sanctuary.

Sophia lost track of how many times they came together, only remembering the hoarseness of her voice, her consciousness drifting between rationality and wild abandon, exhausted yet utterly satisfied.

The next morning, Sophia awoke to find her throat dry and hoarse. As she opened her eyes, she saw Brandon lying beside her, holding her.

He was awake, propped on one elbow, watching her with an easy smile.

Between his fingers, he twirled an emerald bracelet he had taken from Marian the day before.

Brandon chuckled at her cautious demeanor, his hand gently caressing her hair, finally breaking the kiss.

He rested his forehead against hers, gazing into her eyes without speaking, as if he couldn't get enough of her.

Sophia struggled with his intense gaze, lightly pushing him. "Time to get up," she murmured, her voice soft and lacking authority.

"No rush," Brandon replied, his voice husky as he kissed her again.

This time, the kiss was gentle and lingering, yet different.

Sophia was drawn in, quickly losing herself, forgetting her embarrassment, unconsciously responding to him.

Their exchange was unhurried, a slow dance of exploration and familiarity.

Her kiss faltered as she gazed at the bracelet, its green glow captivating her in the morning light.

Brandon noticed her distraction, following her gaze to the charm bracelet dangling from her fingers. His kisses gradually came to a halt.

"You recognize it, don't you?" Brandon's voice was husky, barely a whisper.

Sophia hesitated, glancing at him before giving a gentle nod.

"Do you remember how it came to you?" Brandon asked, his voice still soft and raspy. "Do you remember...me?"