Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Clearly still in a daze, Elin hadn’t fully roused from sleep yet.

But her soft voice stirred something within Erick.

At that moment, Elin’s disheveled appearance, with flushed cheeks and moist lashes, rendered her irresistibly fragile.

Naturally captivating, her vulnerability alone was enough to stir a man’s emotions.

Unsettled by his own reaction, Erick cleared his throat Lightly, attempting to alleviate the tension, and asked, “Are you fully awake now? Would you like some water?”

Elin remained silent, her eyes brimming with an irresistible allure akin to the freshness of spring, their fluttering lashes seemingly dripping with dew, stirring the depths.

She embodied boundless

desire.

Erick nearly bit his lip in an effort to restrain himself, physically shifting away to maintain a safe distance from her.

He excused himself to retrieve some water, hoping that a splash of cold water would help quench the heat surging through him.

But he was caught off guard as Elin grabbed his arm.

Turning around in surprise, he found himself met with the soft press of her Lips against his.

Elin’s ki*s, though inexperienced, was tender and affectionate, igniting a blaze within him.

Erick stood tall, discarding the confines of his pajamas, which fell to the floor with a soft thud.

His fingertips traced the curve of her collarbone, trailing downward, as he murmured, “Allow me.

”

His abs were firm, a delicate sheen of sweat accentuating the allure of his Adonis belt.

Elin, despite her inexperience, savored the exquisite sensation.

Summoning her courage, she shed her inhibitions, enveloping his back in a tender embrace, tears of euphoria threatening to spill…

Intent on Elin’s pleasure, Erick supported himself on one arm, his other hand tracing the contours of her back, exhaling softly.

“Call me…”

Elin’s cheeks flushed crimson, her body tense as she bit her lip, resisting the urge to vocalize her desires.

But Erick, adept at teasing, deliberately slowed his movements, exploring her sensitive spots with precision.

In matters of intimacy, Erick possessed a natural finesse.

Overwhelmed by sensation, Elin couldn’t hold back, and pleaded, “Mr.

Foster, please…”

Erick gripped her chin, sweat trickling down his chiseled jawline, and said, “Not that.

”

Finally, Elin breathed out breathlessly, “Erick…”

The two made love for almost half the might until Elin was completely drained, too exhausted to even summon the energy for a shower.

In the end, Erick tenderly carried her to the bathroom to clean up.

Afterward, they retreated to bed.

Elin was so fatigued that distinguishing up from down felt impossible, let alone entertaining any further thoughts.

Erick gently stroked her hair, observing her for a while, as if grasping some profound truth in his heart.

Some emotions, it appeared, were inherently different from the outset.

As the day of Mitchel’s grand wedding with Katie approached, Raegan found herself working tirelessly to expedite her departure, partly due to missing Janey and partly because she couldn’t bear witnessing Katie’s extravagant ceremony with Mitchel.

One day, Raegan visited the dye factory to inspect a batch of fabrics.

Due to the positive collaboration between their companies, the factory owner extended an invitation to Raegan for a meal.