Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 58: Stella, You Want to Leave After Using Me Up?
"Stella, do you know who I am?"
Shane Donovan’s voice was hoarse beyond belief, like aged wine, leaving one’s ears feeling soft.
He propped himself up above her, his shadow completely enveloping her, those deep eyes thick with darkness in the dim light of the living room, tightly locking onto her, not missing a single nuance of her expression.
Stella Sterling, her eyes hazy with intoxication, looked up at him, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, seemingly trying hard to recognize him.
For a moment, she suddenly curved her eyes, a sweet, cloying smile spreading across her flushed cheeks, as if filled with honey.
"You are... Shane Donovan."
Shane Donovan’s Adam’s apple rolled violently, the last shred of restraint in his eyes completely shattered, surging with terrifying waves.
He hesitated no longer, bending down to capture her lips.
"Mmm..."
Stella let out a faint whimper, seemingly protesting, yet also acquiescing.
At first, it was just a gentle exploration between lips, tentative and soft.
But soon, that softness was consumed by a blazing wildfire.
His kiss became deep and aggressively invasive, prying open her teeth, tangling with her vulnerability, drawing in the sweet scent mixed with alcohol from her mouth.
Stella only felt her brain grow more clouded, as if floating on clouds, yet also drowning in a warm deep sea.
Oxygen became scarce, and she instinctively tilted her head back, enduring the blistering kiss. Her arms, originally wrapped around his neck, slid down softly, helplessly resting on his firm back.
His large hand had somehow wandered up from her waist, through the thin fabric, clearly sensing the burning softness and delicate contours of her skin.
Where his fingertips passed, it seemed to ignite clusters of tiny flames.
The air turned thick and scorching, with only the sound of each other’s rapid breathing and the ambiguous sound of water intertwining.
Shane Donovan’s kiss gradually grew unsatisfied with the entanglement of lips and tongue, meticulously moving downwards, leaving wet traces on her slender, fragile neck.
Stella sensitively flinched, letting out a kitten-like whimper, her body trembling slightly beyond control.
His actions stalled for a moment, residual sanity seemingly reminding him that taking advantage of others was not the behavior of a gentleman.
However, just as he inhaled deeply, readying himself to forcibly withdraw from the sweet vortex of losing control—
Beneath him, Stella seemed to perceive the heat source fading, furrowing her delicate brows in dissatisfaction.
Suddenly, she exerted herself, with a drunken strength seemingly emerging from nowhere, flipping abruptly, and caught Shane Donovan off guard, pinning him into the soft sofa!
"You’re not allowed to leave..." she mumbled, straddling his waist, looking down at him, her intoxicated eyes filled with stubborn adorability, like a child hoarding a cherished toy.
Shane Donovan was completely taken aback by her actions, momentarily stunned.
Meanwhile, Stella had already leaned down, awkwardly and without order kissing his lips, his jaw, finally lingering at his prominent Adam’s apple, curiously nibbling lightly.
"Hiss—"
Shane Donovan sharply inhaled, his muscles instantly tense as iron, the string of reason snapping completely!
His eyes dark as night, in a whirl, regaining dominance, tightly immobilizing the restless little woman beneath him.
This time, his kiss carried a punishing ferocity, yet upon touching her trembling lashes, it melted into helpless tenderness.
Clothes were scattered and disheveled, the living room lights extinguished by some unknown hand.
Only the sparse moonlight outside and the distant city’s neon lights seeped through the curtains’ gaps, sketching a dim silhouette intertwined on the sofa...
...
The next morning.
Stella awoke with a pounding headache.
Her eyelids felt heavy as if filled with lead, she groaned, struggling to open her eyes, greeted by the all-too-familiar surroundings filled with a refreshing woody fragrance mixed with a trace of... the special scent left after intimate moments.
Suddenly realizing something, she stiffly turned her neck.
Beside her, the sleeping man’s profile came into view.
Shane Donovan!
He lay there with closed eyes, breathing evenly, his pale skin nearly transparent in the morning light, long, dense lashes casting a gentle shadow below his eyes, a calm harmlessness replacing his usual cold sharpness.
However, the broad shoulders exposed outside the thin quilt bore clear red marks, evidencing that last night’s frenzy was no dream.
Stella’s mind buzzed, going blank.
The fragmented memories of last night surged like tide—
Beer at the snack stall...
Intimacy in the car...
Bodies entwined on the sofa...
Her active clinging...
Unexpected role reversal!
She... she actually with Shane Donovan...
And it was initiated by her?!
She clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling a scream.
What to do?
What to do now?!
Gingerly, she carefully peeled back the quilt, stepping barefoot onto the cold floor.
Her clothes were scattered about, crumpled, obviously unwearable.
But she couldn’t care about that now; she hurriedly gathered up her clothing, swiftly dressing, tiptoeing, holding her breath, inching towards the bedroom door, desperate to escape this painfully awkward and chaotic ’crime scene’.
But just then—
A slender, articulate hand suddenly stretched from behind, accurately clasping her slender ankle!
"Ah!" Stella exclaimed, her whole body suddenly dragged backward with an irresistible force!
Amidst the swirling, she fell back into the bed, soft as a cloud, deeply sunk.
Before she could react, a strong, warm body had already covered hers.
Shane Donovan had awoken at some point.
He propped himself on one hand beside her ear, the other hand still gripping her ankle, the calloused pad of his finger gently smoothing over her skin, sending a subtle tremor through her.
Just awake, his voice carried a lazy hoarseness, sounding in her sensitive ear, breath warm:
"Stella, planning to just use me and run away?"
Stella’s heart pounded wildly, almost breaking her chest, cheeks flushing so red they felt like bleeding, utterly afraid to look at him.
Shane Donovan, however, wouldn’t let her off easily, propping up slightly, leisurely pointing at the fresh mark on his own pale neck, his gaze dark, his voice deeply hoarse:
"You kissed me like this and don’t plan to take responsibility?"
"I... I didn’t!" Stella instinctively retorted, but her voice was thin as a mosquito’s buzz, completely lacking conviction.
The fragmented memories indicated that last night... she might have indeed... gone too far.
What to do?
She... actually indulged in drunk desires!
And boldly ravished Shane Donovan!
