Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1261

Just as she was about to sort things out, Hannah suddenly had an idea. Why didn’t she just wait until they’d already started foreplay? If she denied him what he wanted at the moment of climax, wouldn’t that be the harshest punishment? Isn’t this also doing me some justice?

Hannah wondered, as her movements became more suggestive.

Fabian had never seen Hannah take the initiative before, and his lust for her grew even more.

You are so proactive, how can I just not cooperate then? Fabian mused and inclined his head to kiss Hannah on the lips.

His kiss was initially gentle, exerting very little force. He parted her lips with his tongue and then sought hers out.

Hannah also kissed him back, hard.

Fabian was overjoyed to feel her reciprocate. Usually, his kisses would receive no response from her, but this was different. This time, she was actually kissing him back, and he could not help but deepen the kiss.

Hannah’s hands were tightly clasped behind Fabian’s back as she felt her body tremble. Her intentions still lingered, but she could not fathom why she could not stop.

Fabian’s moved abruptly as he prepared to go further with what they had started.

Sensing that Fabian had stopped for a brief moment, Hannah suppressed the excitement she felt and pinned him with a glare. “Piss off, Fabian.”

Fabian was quite confused by Hannah’s sudden change in demeanor. Did she just ask me to piss off?

Without dwelling on it, Fabian decided to go in for the kill.

“Ah! I told you…to…piss off!” Hannah was suddenly more acutely aware of Fabian’s ministrations, from his movements to the temperature of his body, which took her breath away.

Fabian ignored her protests and did not stop.

Hannah, on the other hand, found it even harder to push him away.

It was not long until the pair had reached the peak, and a sated bliss overcame them both.

When Fabian finally stopped, Hannah was already dozing off. Her tiredness and intoxication were of no help to her, after all. She lay there cuddled against his chest and fell fast asleep.

Fabian gently stroked Hannah’s hair, his eyes filled with affection. He tightened his grip on her at the same time, feeling a protective tightness in his chest.

As he watched Hannah sleep in his arms, Fabian kept replaying the day’s events. All of this was his fault. If not for him, nobody would have marked Hannah as a target.

His gaze darkened considerably as he made a vow. Anyone who would harm a single hair on his woman’s head would have hell to pay.

“Hello? Who’s on the line?”

Yvette had received a phone call from an unfamiliar number. She answered it without thinking.

“Ms. Yvette? It doesn’t matter who I am. The important thing is that I know you are going to kill Hannah.”

On the other end of the line, Lyna’s eyes flashed with a full grin. She planned to seek out Yvette, collaborate with her, then finally put all the blame on her.

“Huh? What bullsh*t are you on right now? If you’re going to be talking crap, I’m hanging up.”

Yvette lashed out because she did feel some guilt, having not expected to be exposed so quickly. She sensed that Lyna was testing her too.

“Whether or not it’s bullshit, you know better. However, I know that you sought out a car to hit Hannah’s bridal entourage en-route to the wedding. You and I both know that Fabian is perfectly capable of finding out the truth. I dare not think of what he’ll do to you then.”

Lyna was saying this deliberately to get a rise out of Yvette. If she felt scared, then she was definitely more likely to team up with Lyna.

“What are you trying to pull here?”

The panic in Yvette’s voice was apparent. Lyna could sense it in the way her voice shook.

“It’s not about what I want, but what you’re going to do. Tell you what, we’ll meet in the teahouse. I’ll let you know which booth to wait in.”

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