Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1212

Andrew shook his head slowly and said, "No, you're not like some middle-aged lunatic, and you're definitely not trash or a hooker. You look like a cute little bunny rabbit, just begging to be eaten up. You forced my hand, Aspen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Aspen's eyes widened in sudden panic, realizing what was about to happen. She struggled fiercely, desperate to escape Andrew's grasp.

Her voice trembled with tears as she pleaded, "No, no, no! Andrew—Mr. Lloyd—I'm sorry, I admit it, I was wrong! I swear, I won't do it again, please don't do this—please, no!"

Her frantic protests ended abruptly with a soft, electric whimper as Andrew silenced her, pressing his mouth firmly onto hers.

What followed was a hungry, unstoppable kiss, intense and overwhelming.

Aspen's clear eyes widened, her expression first filled with shame and anger, then disbelief, and finally melting into a dazed, dreamy blankness.

Their rapid breathing mingled in the confined space of the Ferrari, the air growing hot and heavy, filled with a mix of cologne and perfume.

Aspen gripped Andrew's shirt tightly, pulling at it until the buttons popped open, revealing his strong, toned chest.

When her fingers first brushed against his heated skin, she flinched as though burned. Yet, lost in the wildness of their kiss, she soon found her hands eagerly wandering back, craving the sensation of his muscular frame beneath her fingertips.

Andrew's hot hand traced the smooth curve of her waist, sliding downward until it rested firmly on her backside.

"Oh… no—Andrew, please don't… I'm begging you, please…" Aspen whispered faintly, a pained expression mingling with an unmistakable hint of desire.

Her skin glistened with sweat, eyes fluttering half-open, her mind already slipping into a fog of yearning and confusion. But Andrew paid no attention, consumed entirely by a burning need to possess her, unable to think of anything else.