Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 542

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Chapter 542 I Don't Sleep Where Others Have SleptWhen Selena was waiting for Raymond at the The sound of the doorbell brought her back to reality, and she rose to answer it. Fresh from her shower, she noticed the faint dampness in Raymond's hair, a sign that he too had recently bathed.

Lucas had hinted at an imminent departure, a detail that Raymond had taken note of, and thus, he had chosen the Rose Garden as their rendezvous point. He had a desire to imprint his presence in this place. "Have the sheets been changed?" Raymond inquired, his hand resting on her waist. Selena responded with a hint of annoyance, "I don't sleep where others have slept. Yes, they've been changed." "And disinfected?" His persistence was grating on her nerves.

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"Yes," she confirmed. Only then did Raymond pull her closer, not in a chivalrous lift, but with a firm grip on her hips, her legs encircling his waist. Selena had assumed that after such a thorough inquiry, they would retire to the bedroom. Instead, Raymond carried her to the kitchen.

The kitchen boasted a large square island, typically used for meal preparations. As he set her down on it, a shiver ran through her. "Turn off the lights," she whispered, feeling a sense of shat their intimacy in such an unusual location. The glaring kitchen light would leave nothing to the imagination.

Raymond chuckled, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he asked, "Where's the switch?" "By the door," Selena gasped out. He complied, plunging the kitchen into darkness. "The living room lights too," she added, aware that the fading daylight outside still allowed for visibility. Raymond obediently extinguished the remaining lights, and with the dimmed ambiance, Selena's embarrassment lessened.

She watched as he approached, unbuttoning his expensive suit and discarding it without a second thought. As he neared, his hand tightened around her waist, and she could feel the roughness of his callused fingertips through her thin clothing. He was undoubtedly skilled in sform of combat. His grip on her waist tightened, and he leaned in, his voice a low growl in her ear, "So soft." Selena sensed a change in him that night. It was as if he was resolved to make her yield to him in this manner. Had he always been this way, she might have genuinely fallen for him. But now, they were on borrowed time. After tonight, they would only share one more night together. Then, she would distance herself, wait out the three months, and sever all ties after their divorce.

Raymond seemed to sense her distraction and kissed her with a fervor bordering on desperation until she pushed him away. "I want to take you out now. Is that so difficult?" His eyes, dark and bottomless, sparkled with a certain intensity as he looked at her. Selena tried to lean away, but he pulled her back. "Or should we meet at your place? Would that be more suitable for a virtuous wife and loving mother like you?" Selena opened her mouth to respond, but he didn't give her the chance. He held her, exerting a force that left her breathless. It was three hours later when it all ended. Selena thought the night was over, but she watched as he turned and left, leaving her alone on the kitchen island, gasping for breath.

Suddenly, the room was bathed in light, and she recoiled, shielding her eyes from the harsh brightness. The kitchen light was blinding. Then she saw Raymond approaching, carrying a pair of lace-up high heels. Her feet dangled in the air, and as he neared, he knelt and helped her into the shoes.

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The high heels were a work of art, a gift from Shelley, shimmering silver and adorned with rhinestones. The laces wound around her delicate calves, creating a striking contrast. She looked down at the man assisting her, a strange sense of shwashing over her. "Mr. Montague, you don't have to do this," she protested.

She was aware of certain fetishes men had, Shelley had mentioned it once, but she had found it too embarrassing to discuss and had quickly changed the subject. She hadn't expected Raymond to share the spreference. Once both shoes were on, she felt a wave of embarrassment. The slender heels clicked against the marble platform, the cold silver against her pink skin creating a stunning contrast.

Raymond seemed taken aback, and for the rest of the night he made love to her with an almost frantic passion.

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