Chapter 166. In His Garden

"Hmm, my fiancée is very obedient," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, as he slipped his hand behind her neck. His fingers curled firmly around her nape, drawing her closer with a gentle but unyielding grip.

Before she could react, his lips descended onto hers, capturing them in a kiss that stole the air from her lungs. The contact was firm, insistent, and left no room for resistance. Her heart skipped a beat, her pulse hammering against the restraint she tried to maintain.

Her mind screamed at the intimacy of the act, every fiber of her being rejecting the violation of boundaries she held sacred. Yet his touch was disarming—confident, calculated, as though he knew exactly how to unravel her.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue coaxing her lips apart, and a low, satisfied hum escaped him when she hesitated before yielding. One hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were nearly flush.

Breaking the kiss just enough to catch her brea