After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas) novel Chapter 1040

As the effects of the drug finally began to fade, Jolie lay exhausted on the bed, her body drenched in sweat. Her skin, especially across her delicate shoulder blades, bore faint marks from their encounter and her breath ragged as it brushed against her own back. Her vision was hazy, and she barely had the strength to speak.

"I... I’m fine now... you can stop," she murmured, her voice weak and broken from the strain of what had just happened.

The madness of moments before still pulsed through her, the aftershocks of it lingering in her body. She never expected that grabbing a random man for help would lead to this, nor did she expect him to have such relentless stamina.

Yet, the man behind her didn’t stop. He didn’t respond either. His large hands remained firmly gripped around her slender waist as if he were trying to squeeze the very breath from her.

"Stop... I told you to stop, didn’t you hear me?" Jolie’s anxiety spiked as he continued. What was wrong with him? They’d agreed he was only helping her through the effects of the drug, nothing more. She was fine now—he should’ve stopped.

She tried to push him away, but between the lingering drug and her physical exhaustion, she barely had the strength to move. Her attempt at resistance melted into weakness, and she collapsed back onto the bed.

Desperately, she turned her head, trying to catch a glimpse of the man’s face.

But before she could fully make him out, her mind clouded again, like a tidal wave crashing over her fragile grasp on reality, pulling her under.

This is ridiculous! He wouldn’t stop, and he wouldn’t speak. Did he plan to continue forever?

Her soft moans of frustration escaped against her will. She was far too tired to keep going. Drawing from some small amount of experience, she tensed her body in an attempt to change the dynamic.

Instantly, his grip on her waist tightened painfully, eliciting a pained groan from her lips.

Then, finally, everything came to a halt.

The room fell into an almost eerie quiet, only their strained, heavy breaths breaking the silence.

Jolie squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, utterly drained. She didn’t even have the energy to lift a finger, but she managed to shift her body, forcing herself to roll onto her back.

When she did, her gaze landed on the man lying beside her.

His short hair was damp with sweat, and his features, sharp and handsome, were shadowed with the remnants of their shared intensity.