When Love Comes Late
Chapter 663

He shut his eyes and furrowed his brow slightly.

His lips remained sealed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

Then, Matthew ki*sed her fervently.

He couldn’t tell who was the one who took the initiative.

Stella’s hands were gently cradled by Matthew’s on either side, their fingers intertwined.

Stella quivered under the force of the ki*s, her occasional moans filling the air.

Gradually, she relaxed, parting her lips to allow his tongue to glide, tasting every crevice of her mouth-her lips, her teeth, even the curve of her tongue.

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Lifting her head, Stella unconsciously moaned as she sucked on his tongue.

The ki*s was nothing short of electric.

Just then, an ill-timed “buzz” broke the spell.

Matthew’s phone vibrated insistently.

Seeing Miley’s name flash across the screen, he slowly came back to his senses.

Carefully, he disengaged from Stella, cleared his throat, and answered the call.

“Mr.

Clark, when will you be bringing Stella home?” Miley’s voice was tinged with urgency.

Matthew cleared his throat.

He glanced at Stella and replied in a low and hoarse voice, “We’re on our way.

”

“It’s late.

Please make it quick,” Miley pressed before disconnecting the call.

After hanging up, Matthew adjusted Stella’s collar and gently laid a blanket over her in the back seat before resuming his place behind the wheel.

As he prepared to drive, he cast one more lingering look at Stella in the rearview mirror and allowed himself a smile.

The days ahead were many, and sooner or later, Stella would unequivocally be his.

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After departing from Stella’s residence, Matthew drove to his own house.

Pulling up to the entrance of his lavish villa, he turned the car’s air conditioning on to calm his racing mind.

Sitting in the solitude of his vehicle, every time he closed his eyes, the recent events in the back seat replayed themselves.

The memory of Stella’s ki*s looped in his mind, over and over.

The entire evening felt surreal, almost dreamlike.

Taking a moment to steady his breathing, Matthew eventually got out the car and made his way inside.

Once in his room, he quelled his burgeoning desire with a cold shower.

About thirty minutes later, freshly clad in pajamas, he accessed his wine cabinet.

Selecting a fine bottle of red wine, he poured himself a glass.