York's gaze drifted from Claudia's intoxicating face, down her neck, and settled on her damp collarbone.
Desire flooded his eyes, and he couldn't stop himself from leaning down to kiss her.
His kisses were a tormenting mix of light and heavy, wandering and focused, biting and releasing, as if he were waiting for her to respond.
Claudia's hands were braced against his chest, but his kisses left her weak and pliant. Coupled with the effect of the drug, her mind was a chaotic, blurry mess, incapable of thought.
York had been holding back for over two months. Now, he eagerly fucked her, moving with a desperate, tireless rhythm.
...
When Claudia woke again, it was already the next morning.
She sat up, her body aching all over. The memory of York's frenzied passion from the night before made her heart tremble.
He had been with her all night without any protection. She had to get the morning-after pill immediately.
He and Ann were back together, and they had a child. Even if she couldn't divorce him just yet, she absolutely could not get pregnant with his baby.
Claudia quickly washed up, got dressed, and went downstairs.
Darleen, looking distracted, rushed over and grabbed her arm. "Claudia, you're finally down! Grandpa and Dad called my brother into the study again."
Claudia glanced at Wendy. "What happened?"

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