THE FORGOTTEN HEIRESS-Chapter 401: Are You Even A Man?

When she got no response, she tore open his shirt and climbed on him. There was no way she was going to allow him get away from her tonight.

He might have lost his memory, so what? That doesn’t mean he had also lost the ability to respond to the most basic primitive desires. She wanted him and she was going to have him tonight.

Seeing his strong chest covered with a mat of fine soft hair, Dolly’s breath hitched and she leaned closer, her fingers tracing the faint lines of his chest.

She leaned down and her breath was hot against his neck as she planted kisses along his collarbone, trailing down to his chest.

Each kiss was slow, deliberate, and filled with a yearning she could barely contain.

Her body was pressed insistently against his skin as her hands continued to rove over his stomach, tracing the lines of his muscles.

But despite her fervor, Steffan lay still, breathing evenly.

Her voice was laced with a passion she could barely contain when she whispered his name. "Come on, Steffan, I need you,"

Her fingers moved lower, teasing the waistband of his pajama pants.

She touched him gently, stroking the places she knew should make any normal man stir and harden with desire but he remained inert beneath her.

It was as if he were a statue, unresponsive and cold with no spark of recognition in his body.

Dolly bit her lip and her eyes narrowed in utter disbelief.

No, she was not going to give up. She flung her robe aside and shifted her position, pressing herself against him more firmly as her hands worked with increasing urgency.

At some point the heat in her own body became unbearable from rubbing herself against his groins.

All her nerve endings tingled with desire, and her breaths came in ragged gasps.

She was so close and even a slight stiring from him or a touch... no matter how little or fleeting, would make her cum, but he lay still like a log of wood.

She kissed him harder, her tongue tracing his lips as she continued grinding her body against his in a desperate plea for reciprocation.

She whispered his name again, her voice now tinged with a hint of panic, but Steffan’s only response was the soft rise and fall of his chest.

She moved her hand lower still and stopped all of a sudden, her eyes widening in shock.

He was as soft and flaccid as finely kneaded dough. She could easily roll his manhood to from a small circle.

Dolly’s breath hitched as her desperation turned to anger.

"Why won’t you wake up?" she yelled in frustration... more to his seemingly lifeless dick than to Steffan.

She kissed him fiercely, biting at his lower lip in a last-ditch effort to rouse him, to draw any reaction from him at all.

But Steffan merely shifted slightly under her, still lost in whatever void his mind was trapped in.

Finally, she pulled back, panting, her hair disheveled, her skin flushed with the effort. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Damn you, Steffan!" she screamed, her voice cracking.

"How can you not respond? How can you lie there so unaffected when every inch of my body is burning for you?"

She shook him once more, harder this time, her voice breaking as she called his name. But Steffan merely turned his head to the side, still deep in the clutches of sleep.

"Steffan!" she shouted, her voice cracking under the weight of her unmet need and the hollow ache of rejection. But it was no use. He might as well have been a mannequin for all the reaction he gave her.

"Why won’t you react?" she hissed again, her frustration finally boiling over.

"Not even a single twitch, not a gasp or groan. Just the same maddening, indifferent stillness. Are you even a man?!"

"Fine," she spat, pulling away from him.

Spent and defeated, she sat at the edge of the bed, breathing heavily, every nerve in her body alive and aching with unmet desire.

She turned her head and glared at him, half-expecting him to suddenly open his eyes and to tell her that this was some cruel joke. But there was nothing.

She had imagined a night of passion after yearning and waiting for him for two months to be ready but all she got was this cold, unresponsive body lying beside her.

Her hands trembled as she wiped away the tears.

With one last look at Steffan, she rose from the bed. It was as if every ounce of energy had been drained from her after her futile attempts.

Her legs were heavy as she made her way to the bathroom.

The sound of the slammed bathroom door echoed throughout the quiet cottage.

Her heart was racing, her skin felt too tight, too sensitive, and her mind was a chaotic whirl of need and frustration.

She leaned against the cool tiles, her breaths coming in sharp, uneven bursts.

Her eyes still glistened with tears as she stared at her reflection in the mirror which showed a woman unhinged and flushed with unspent desire.

She cursed under her breath, running a hand through her hair, pulling at the strands in a futile attempt to dispel the heat coiling through her veins.

Hoping that the chill would douse the lingering fire in her body, she turned the faucet, letting the water run cold before splashing her face.

But even the icy water couldn’t fully extinguish the frustration bubbling inside her.

She felt a deeper sense of emptiness and a void that no amount of effort seemed capable of filling.

She wanted Steffan, no, needed him in a way that felt almost primal. She wanted him to love her, see and react to her as a woman. But tonight had shown her that even with his lost memories, Steffan will never see her like that.

Her fingers clenched the edge of the sink, and she breathed deeply, willing herself to let go of the frustration.

After an unknown time, she let out a resigned sigh and stepped under the shower. She turned the knob to the coldest setting, letting the icy water crash over her heated skin.

She closed her eyes and her breaths gradually began to slow as the water soaked through her hair and cascaded down her body, washing away the remnants of her desire.

She stood there for a long time, the water beating down on her head until the fire within her finally began to fade. However, the sting of rejection lingered.

Returning to the bedroom, Dolly climbed into bed.

She lay there, eyes fixed on the ceiling, and even the blue glow of the lights that she had hoped would set the mood now felt cold and mocking.

She closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep, but the restlessness gnawed at her.

Steffan was right there, yet he felt so far away, lost in a world she couldn’t reach.

She bit her lip, fighting back the sting of tears. She had never felt so close to getting what she wanted, only to have it snatched away at the last moment.

The minutes ticked by, each one a reminder of how far she still was from what she desired.