All Chapters of THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

He forced himself to breathe slowly. Mercy noticed. She paused mid-sentence, eyes searching his. “You’re very quiet tonight,” she said. “I’m listening,” he answered. His voice came out rougher than he intended. “I like hearing you talk. I could listen to you all night.” Her cheeks flushed. She looked down at her glass, then back up at him through her lashes. “I don’t think we can stay another night here, Mercy.” The words escaped before he could stop them. “I can’t keep my hands off you anymore.” She gasped—soft, surprised. He set his glass down. “There’s no way I can let my brother and his family stay longer than they already have. I want you all to myself.” Mercy’s eyes shimmered. Tears gathered at the edges, not from sadness but from the raw honesty in his voice. She still couldn’t quite believe it. This man—this powerful, guarded man—wanted her. Not just her body. Her. The thought made her chest ache in the best way. But she needed more. She needed the words Richard had

A few heads lifted. “There’s a storm moving offshore. Flights are grounded.” He paused. “Looks like no one is leaving today.” A wave of reactions spread across the table. Sebastian clapped his hands together with delight. “Extra day in paradise!” He turned toward the children. “Kids, more pool time!” Cheers erupted immediately. Elara groaned dramatically. “I packed for one night.” Aurelian remained silent. But Mercy felt the change in him instantly. His hand moved to the back of her chair again. His thumb brushed slowly along her lower back. It was a deliberate motion. He leaned closer. His voice was barely above a whisper. “One more night.” His breath grazed the shell of her ear. “I don’t know how much longer I can behave.” Mercy’s pulse jumped. She turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze. “You are impossible,” she whispered. His eyes flared. For one brief moment, the entire room seemed to disappear. All that remained was the quiet heat between them. His steady brea

Mercy walked out of the bathroom with just a white towel wrapped around her chest. Under it, she wore nothing. The steam from her shower clung to her skin like a warm mist, making her glow faintly in the dim light of the bedroom. Her wet blonde hair was bundled in another white towel, twisted atop her head. She shivered slightly, not from cold, but from the storm raging outside. Thunder boomed like distant drums, lightning flashing chaotically across the sky. Rain pounded the windows in relentless sheets, drowning out the world beyond. The bedroom was a sanctuary of warmth, thanks to the crackling fireplace in the corner. Flames danced, casting flickering shadows on the walls and turning the air golden. Mercy took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. The day had been long. Family gatherings, stolen glances, Aurelian's constant, possessive touches. Now, alone in this room, her body hummed with anticipation she couldn't ignore. She padded across the plush carpet toward the

“I’ve waited too long for this,” he whispered against her mouth. “I want to feel every inch of you wrapped around me. I want to watch your face when I fill you completely.” He kissed his way down her throat, lingering at the hollow where her pulse hammered. Then lower, a slow worship of her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking the sensitive peak while his hand kneaded the other. Mercy arched, whimpering. “These are perfect,” he growled softly. “They’re so sensitive… look how they tighten for me. I could spend hours just here, making you wetter, making you ache for more.” He switched sides, teeth grazing just enough to sting sweetly. Mercy’s fingers tangled in his hair again, holding him there while her hips rolled helplessly against nothing. “Aurelian… please…” He smiled, lifted his head, eyes locking with hers. “Not yet, love. I want you dripping before I slide inside you.” His mouth continued its descent with

The dining room buzzed with morning energy when they finally descended the stairs. The long table was laden with breakfast delights: stacks of golden pancakes, crispy bacon, fresh fruit salads, eggs benedict, and steaming pots of coffee. The family was already gathered with the children chattering excitedly, adults sipping mugs and passing platters. The storm had cleared, leaving a crisp, sunny day visible through the wide windows. Heads turned as Aurelian and Mercy entered. Whispers and knowing smiles rippled around the room. Mercy felt her cheeks warm. She was sure everyone could see the flush on her skin, the slight dishevelment in her hair despite her quick fix in the mirror. Aurelian, ever composed, guided her to their seats with a hand at her lower back in a possessive manner. And his hand was lingering just a second too long. "Morning, you two," Sebastian called with a grin, waggling his eyebrows. "Sleep well? Or… not at all?" Ava elbowed him lightly. "Behave." Elara sm