Chapter 148

Victoria was startled and instinctively tried to break free.

But William held her tightly, pressing her head against his chest.

"Victoria, don't leave me, please don't leave me," he murmured.

Victoria froze, her eyes stinging with unshed tears, and all her struggles ceased.

For the past while, she had been trying desperately to forget him.

But now, his murmured pleas and the weight of his strong, unyielding body pressing down on her made her heart pound wildly, as if it would burst out of her chest!

"William, let go of me," she said, her voice hoarse and strained.

William seemed not to hear her, burying his head in her soft bosom, inhaling her unique scent greedily.

"Victoria, I was wrong, don't leave me." His voice was hoarse, like a dying man in his final struggle, evoking a sense of pity.

Victoria's nose tingled, and her heart felt even heavier, as if someone had punched her hard.

She took a deep breath, barely holding back her tears, and continued to persuade him, "William, you're drunk, let go."

But William only held her tighter, as if trying to merge her into his body.

"I'm not drunk," he mumbled indistinctly.

Victoria's eyelids twitched violently. She tried to push him away again, but William was like a block of iron, completely immovable.

"You really are drunk, let go of me," Victoria was at a loss, "I'll take you to the hospital, do you have any sobering medicine?"

William didn't respond but suddenly leaned in to kiss her.

Victoria was caught off guard, her whole body stiffening.

William's tongue forcefully pried open her lips, greedily plundering the sweetness of her mouth.

Victoria pushed him with all her might, but he only held her tighter.

William's body was heavy, and she used all her strength just to support him.

His lips were hot, scorching, and searing, attacking her with a storm-like intensity.

Victoria was kissed breathless, struggling desperately, but William gave her no chance to escape.

William's breathing grew heavier.

His large hand gripped her slender waist, holding her tightly, his warm hand caressing her smooth skin, making her shiver uncontrollably.

His hand moved upward, covering her full, soft breast.

Victoria felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, making her feel incredibly tingly.

She used the last of her rationality to resist the surging sensation.

"William, wake up, please wake up, don't do this to me," her voice quickened, almost pleading.

But William ignored her.

The alcohol had numbed his senses, he couldn't remember anything, the only thing he knew was that the woman beneath him was Victoria, the woman he loved most.

He grabbed Victoria's neck, forcing her disheveled self to look at him.

Victoria's makeup was half-smeared, her lipstick smudged on William's hand, which he slowly licked off.

A bit of red stained his tongue, like blood that hadn't fully faded.

"Victoria, I love you, you are mine," William suddenly said, flipping Victoria over so she was lying face down on the couch.

Then he tore off her silk panties, and without any foreplay, he thrust into her.

William let out a satisfied groan, grabbing Victoria's chin to force her to turn her head and kiss him, filling her mouth with his.

Victoria could clearly feel William's hot, hard presence moving inside her, pushing slowly but irresistibly.

"William, you can't!" Victoria screamed, but how could she push away a drunk man?

William's penis was thick and long, reaching her cervix, the pleasure too intense for her to focus.

William paused, then lightened his movements.

Even so, Victoria couldn't take it, biting her lip and gripping his arms tightly to suppress the pleasure coursing through her body.

Victoria's soft moans, mixed with William's low growls, filled the large room with an intimate, charged atmosphere.

Pinned beneath him, her legs raised and pressed tightly against William's hips, every inch of her skin, every sensitive spot, even every cell was teased by William, making her moan uncontrollably.

Her body trembled involuntarily, her cheeks flushed with a thin layer of sweat, her forehead beaded with perspiration.

Her breathing grew more erratic, her chest heaving, her body trembling with emotion.

The places where they were tightly connected grew hotter, like being roasted over a fire, pushing Victoria to the brink of collapse.

She moaned softly, the position making her feel especially embarrassed, her dress hanging loosely, and William's thrusts going deeper because of it.

She could feel the deepest part of her being repeatedly hit, a thin membrane that William surely knew how to break through.

She endured the intense pleasure, digging her fingers into his shoulders.

"Victoria, be good, bear with it, it'll be over soon," William whispered in her ear, soothing her anxiety and fear like a child.

Then, without warning, he pushed through the membrane, like an unstoppable blade, piercing the deepest softness in Victoria.

Victoria screamed, her body convulsing as if electrocuted, her vaginal walls contracting, muscles tightening. William closed his eyes and groaned, pressing Victoria's head down to kiss her.

He came!

William lay on top of Victoria, motionless.

Victoria, however, was breathing heavily, her chest heaving from the exertion. She wanted to push him away, but he was too heavy, and she had no strength left.

William opened his eyes, his deep gaze fixed on Victoria, filled with an overwhelming affection and adoration.

Victoria's face turned bright red, too embarrassed to look at William.

William smiled and kissed her, savoring her like the most delicious food.

His kisses trailed from her lips to her cheeks and neck, leaving a trail of wet marks.

"William, stop pretending. I know you're sober," Victoria huffed, her voice soft and sweet.

William stopped all his actions.

Victoria seized the moment, sitting up and hurriedly picking up her clothes to put them on.

After being tormented by William for so long, her whole body ached, and she could barely stand, leaning against the couch for support.

Seeing this, William quickly reached out to help her.

"What are you doing!" Victoria glared at him.

"Victoria, let me help you dress," William's voice was hoarse, his gaze fixed on her chest.

"Who needs your help? Get away, I'll do it myself." Victoria swatted his hand away and started dressing herself.

William didn't stop her, his eyes still locked on her chest.

Victoria kept her head down, tying her belt, feeling William's unwavering gaze on her.

Her heart started racing again.

Victoria didn't dare look up. Once she was dressed and ready to head to the door, she was pulled back by a strong force.

William held her, leaning in to kiss her.

Their lips intertwined, moving together.

Victoria's heart pounded like a drum, and she tried to push him away.

But William only held her tighter.

"Victoria, stay a little longer." His breath brushed her cheek, whispering softly.

Victoria was stunned for a moment, about to speak when a knock sounded at the door.