Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 222- you’re seducing me

Albert was so overjoyed that he pinned her against the corner of the sofa, his dark eyes shimmering with laughter as he pressed her for an answer.

"Then tell me—do you love me or not?"

To be able to laugh so freely in this lifetime, to be able to hold the woman he loved in his arms—wasn’t it wonderful?

Cynthia had nowhere to escape. Trapped by his presence, she could only stare at him with her tear-filled eyes. His gaze was intense, burning with anticipation as he watched her, unwavering in its focus.

Her heart pounded wildly, as if it wanted to leap out of her chest.

"I..."

She barely managed to whisper a word before lowering her gaze, trying to calm her racing heart. But when she looked up again, she was once more ensnared in the depths of his eyes. A tremor ran through her body, and in a moment of reckless courage, she bit her lip, pulled him down, and pressed her trembling lips against his.

She could never bring herself to say those passionate words aloud, so this was the only way she knew how to express the love burning within her.

The moment her soft lips touched his, Albert froze. His mind went completely blank. Before he could process what was happening, he felt her hesitant little tongue tentatively reach out, shyly brushing against his lips.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. Then, without hesitation, he captured her trembling tongue between his lips, pulling her into a fervent, intoxicating kiss.

Cynthia instinctively tried to retreat, but his large hand cradled the back of her head, holding her firmly in place, forcing her to meet his gaze.

At this moment, they were impossibly close—his nose brushing against hers, his lips tangled with hers, his breath warm against her skin.

His deep eyes locked onto hers, and in that instant, she found herself unable to look away.

There was something mesmerizing about the sincerity in his gaze, something that pulled her in, drowning her completely.

As if bewitched, she slowly closed her eyes, surrendering to him as his lips claimed hers once more, moving against hers with lingering tenderness and unspoken love.

Her silent seduction shattered the last remnants of Albert’s restraint. His warm tongue immediately launched an unrelenting assault, sometimes capturing her lower lip to tease it with delicate licks, sometimes delving deep into her mouth, tangling with her sweet little tongue. Cynthia could only let out soft, unconscious moans, following his movements helplessly.

She had never been able to resist his touch. Even in the days when she hated him the most—when he forced her into intimacy—what she felt was humiliation, but never true loathing.

But with Quinn, it was different. Even the lightest of his kisses would make her entire body stiffen, let alone anything more intimate. Now she finally understood—if the person wasn’t him, then no matter how hard she tried, it would never feel right.

As his tongue stirred wave after wave of tremors inside her, her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling them even closer together. Her delicate tongue bravely reached out to tangle with his, her lips parting with sweet, sultry moans.

"Cynthia... you’re seducing me..."

Albert could barely hold himself together under her unintentional enticement. His large hands swiftly undid the sash of her robe, and in an instant, her smooth, ivory skin and the delicate curves of her chest were laid bare before his eyes.

A deep groan rumbled from his throat as his palm eagerly found its way to her full, supple breast, kneading and teasing without restraint. His rough fingers pinched at the small bud, rolling it between his fingertips, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.

"Albert..."

Cynthia bit down on her lip, her flushed cheeks burning with embarrassment as she opened her eyes to plead with him. Could he not go any further? It had been so long since she last experienced such intimacy, and now, with just a few teasing touches, her body was already burning up.

Albert gazed at her—her cheeks flushed, her beauty intoxicating, so dangerously tempting that it nearly drove him mad.

Lowering his head once more, his scorching lips captured hers again, ravishing them with unrelenting fervor. After thoroughly tormenting her with his kiss, he finally buried his face into the crook of her neck, his voice husky with longing as he whispered,

"Cynthia... I want you..."

Cynthia’s face burned hot at his unabashedly passionate confession. She panted softly, allowing him to press her into the cushions without a word. But then, he said it again—

"I want you. I want you so badly it’s driving me insane."

And yet, he still didn’t move.

Albert was exerting every ounce of self-control to suppress the fire raging within him. He craved her—desperately—but he would never take her without her full willingness.

Cynthia was even more flustered now. He was just saying it without doing anything... Was he waiting for her to say, *Albert, I want you too*?

The thought alone made her both embarrassed and frustrated. In a fit of shy anger, she opened her mouth and bit down hard on his shoulder.

"Albert, do you want me or not? If not, then let me go—ahh!"

Before she could finish her indignant protest, he suddenly scooped her up in his arms. The unexpected weightlessness sent a rush of panic through her, and she instinctively tightened her arms around his neck, clinging onto him.

"I do! I do!"

His voice was husky and wild, his breath brushing against her ear as he stole a quick kiss from the corner of her lips. Cynthia’s face turned even redder, like a ripe tomato about to burst.

He gently placed her down on the large bed. Her oversized robe, already loose, slipped off her body entirely, revealing the perfect curves of her delicate figure, completely bare before his eyes.

Albert braced himself above her, gazing down at the woman who belonged to him, feeling his entire body growing unbearably tense.

His heated stare was so intense, Cynthia felt her skin burning under it. Flustered, she scrambled to pull the blanket over herself, wanting to hide, but he swiftly grabbed the fabric and yanked it away.

There was no way he was going to let her hide from him now.

Cynthia glared at him in frustration, but Albert only let out a low, teasing chuckle. Straightening up, he began unbuttoning his shirt, his smoldering gaze never leaving her.

His eyes roamed over her body inch by inch, devouring every detail of her exposed skin, filled with an unrestrained, almost wicked desire.

As the finely tailored shirt slipped from his shoulders and fell to the floor, his toned, muscular torso came into view. Cynthia felt her throat go dry.

And when she saw his fingers move to unbuckle his belt, about to slide his pants down, her heart pounded wildly in her chest. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, she turned her head away and quickly sat up, intending to escape.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

He caught her ankle in a firm grip and effortlessly pulled her back beneath him, his solid body pressing her into the mattress.

She squirmed slightly, but the movement caused her soft curves to slide against his bare chest.

A sharp gasp escaped both of them at the electric sensation.