Semua Bab The Wild Virgin (HER POV) : Bab 11 - Bab 20

“This is what you want, baby?” Ram whispered, his voice low and intimate, dangerously laced with restraint.And God help me, he was right.I didn’t feel scared. Not even a flicker of hesitation stirred inside me. I was wrapped entirely in Ram Jordan’s arms, every inch of me surrendered to the wild, urgent rhythm of his kiss. My heart should’ve been pounding with panic, but instead, it beat with something raw and hungry. Desire, not fear, coursed through my veins.This... He was exactly what I wanted.No right to worry. No reason to doubt. I’d pushed him here. After all the ways he’d tried to resist me, all his cool dismissals and razor-sharp rejections, I broke through. I lit the match. And now, he was burning with it, kissing me like a man starved of air, of control, of me.My eyes fluttered shut. I melted into him, letting instinct take over as my lips moved in sync with his,.needy, matching his fire stroke for stroke. The room around us faded to nothing, just some forgotten, dusty

I thought I might actually die of embarrassment the second I stepped through the university gates. Heads turned. Eyes followed. Whispers stirred like wind through dry leaves.The sky above was gray, thick with clouds, and rain poured in relentless sheets. Fitting weather to cry in, if only I hadn’t already done enough of that. But here I was, striding through puddles in the middle of a downpour, wearing oversized, dark sunglasses like a walking cliché. I must’ve looked insane. But they were the only thing shielding me from the world, more specifically, from the evidence of my heartbreak: puffy eyes, swollen lids, the ghost of last night’s tears still etched into my skin.No way in hell was I letting anyone see how shattered I looked. Not after what Rafael did. Not after everything.So I kept walking, head held high even as my insides crumbled. I was a med student—still a med student. Still the girl who busted her ass to make it this far. And Rafael? He might be a few years ahead in th

I couldn’t bring myself to look at Ram.And the worst part? I didn’t even know why.Ever since he patched up the cut on my palm and led me outside for dinner, I’d been drowning in this strange, sticky wave of discomfort. Embarrassment clung to me like a second skin. My cheeks were hot, my chest tight. Not just because I’d caught him mid-moment earlier, no. That was only part of it. This was deeper. I felt… exposed. Like he’d peeled me open without even meaning to. Not just my body, but the parts of me I usually kept locked away.“You okay?” Ram asked gently, nodding toward the untouched food between us. “Eat.”I gave a weak shake of my head, my eyes fixed on the salad like it had personally offended me. I still couldn’t look at him.“There’s something wrong, Lexie,” he said, his voice firmer now. “Just tell me what it is.”I took a shaky breath.“It’s nothing,” I muttered. Then added, barely above a whisper, “And could you, um… stop calling me ‘kid’? It’s kind of… cringey.”“Oh?” He l

The weight across my waist was warm. Heavy. Comforting.Still tangled in sleep, I shifted under the sheets, stretching just enough to dislodge the source, then froze.An arm. A muscular, very male arm, draped lazily over my hips as though it belonged there.My lashes lifted in a hesitant flutter. I turned my head, breath catching in my throat.Ram.Ram Jordan.Sleeping beside me.What in fresh hell?I blinked once, twice, three times, hoping the image would blur and fade into a dream. But no, he was real. Too real. His hair was a tousled mess, his lips parted in sleep, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that only made my pulse race harder.The same man who’d kicked me out of his bed last night for being “too clingy” was now curled against me as though it were the most natural thing in the world.Unbelievable.I should have shoved him away. Should have been furious. But instead, I just stared.Up close, without his armor of arrogance, he looked… different. Soft. Almost gentle.

A shiver raked through me as the straps of my dress slipped down, the fabric whispering off my skin before collapsing at my feet like surrender. I should’ve felt the chill of the night air against my bare flesh, but I didn’t. The only thing I felt was fire, Ram’s mouth crushing against mine, his hunger consuming me until there was no room to breathe, no room to think.His kiss wasn’t gentle. It was devouring, hard, demanding, as if he wanted to erase the line where he ended and I began. My knees buckled under the weight of his mouth, his tongue, his unrelenting claim, and I let myself drown in the storm of him, helpless, hopeless, addicted.I didn’t even remember how we ended up pressed against the glass wall of his room, the city lights glittering behind us like voyeurs. Time had vanished, swallowed in the chaos of touches and gasps, of clothes torn away with little care. I was naked, trembling, his, yet not nearly enough.His hand closed over my breast, rough and possessive, not car