Chapter 480

Night had fallen, blanketing the world in a heavy silence.

Calla could feel the heat of Pierre's passion, but it failed to ignite a spark within her own body. She wasn't responding the way a woman should in the throes of love. Not wanting him to suspect anything amiss, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her gesture only seemed to fuel his desire, but she couldn't fool herself, nor could she will her body to respond. As their intimacy reached its peak, Pierre abruptly pulled away.

Calla opened her eyes, confusion clouding her features as she met his gaze.

"You're still not ready," he said, frowning.

"I—" Calla began, searching for the right words.

But Pierre was already moving away. He seemed on the verge of leaving, his back stiff with unspoken emotion.

"Pierre?" she called out, scrambling out of bed and catching his arm. "Are you angry?"

"No," he said, his voice soft, but his posture remained rigid.

"I-I think I was just a little nervous," she stammered.