Chapter 333

Shelmaine stared at Samuel, her gaze locking onto his face. He looked both familiar and utterly alien to her now. She took a deep breath, the ache inside her sharp and unrelenting, but she remained silent. "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you hungry?" Samuel asked, his voice laced with a feigned gentleness. She kept her back to him, refusing to respond. Her long, dark hair spilled over the pillow, smooth and glossy. Up close, you could see the faint peach fuzz on her flawless skin—an innate beauty without any need for embellishment. He leaned in and kissed her neck. His large hand gripped her slender arm, holding her firmly in place with absolute strength. After kissing her for a while, she turned her head away, but under his teasing, she couldn't help but let out a soft sound. Humiliation coursed through her. She immediately snapped out of it, biting her lip to stifle any further reaction. But Samuel knew her too well. He knew exactly where to touch and how to push her pas