When Love Comes Late

What was the purpose of all this?

She preferred to confront the harsh reality rather than live a deceptive comfort.

Matthew’s expression darkened immediately.

Standing before Stella, he looked down at her, his anger barely contained.

“Tell me, what do I like?”

Stella hesitated, at a loss for words.

Matthew pressed further, “I’ve lost part of my memory.

Since everyone says we were very close before, you should know me well.

What do I like? You must know, right?”

Stella’s eyes welled up with tears, feeling a deep sense of injustice.

“I knew before you lost your memory, but now, how can I know what you like? But I’m sure you must dislike me…”

Before she could finish, a shadow fell over her.

Matthew leaned down and, without a word, captured Stella’s lips with his own.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he half-knelt on the bed, kissing her with urgency.

The instant their lips met, a fleeting image flickered in his mind, though it remained unclear.

Matthew craved to explore further, to kiss deeper.

His hand gradually slipped beneath Stella’s shirt, expertly caressing her breast.

Growing more intense, he pressed Stella onto the bed, eager to unite with her.

Stella was stunned, overwhelmed by the sudden kiss and the emotional shock that left her disoriented.

Instinctively, she embraced Matthew, surrendering to the rhythm he established.

As his large hand continued to caress her breast, Stella, lost in the moment, couldn’t help but gaze at Matthew.

But the moment she looked at him, she felt as though she had been struck by lightning.

In Matthew’s eyes was a complex mix of cold indifference and burning desire.

What was distinctly missing, however, was the tenderness he usually displayed in the past.

His unfamiliar gaze and the intense sexual tension thrumming the air jolted Stella back to her senses.

She began to struggle, pushing against Matthew’s chest with all the strength she could muster.

But of course, she was no match against his size and power.

In the end, Stella could only press her palms against his chest and turn her head to the side to avoid his ardent kisses.

When she finally caught her breath, she choked out, “Snap out of it, Matthew!”

But he was too far gone, already consumed by lust.

He could barely think, let alone stop his urges.

He simply followed his instincts like an animal in heat.

Stella was utterly humiliated.