Chapter 1171 Heating Up
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Chapter 1171 Heating Up
This was the first time Wynter had experienced this dizzying and somewhat
addictive sensation in all the years she had lived.
Every inch of her mouth was filled with Dalton’s unique woody fragrance. Even his fingertips felt astonishingly hot.
All other sounds seemed to fade away, leaving only the rumble of the train passing
through the tunnel. The two of them were very close to one another.
As he kissed her, the gentle biting left her feeling somewhat disoriented.
With her eyes covered, she instinctively sought some form of support. She could hear his heartbeat, steady and powerful, each beat making it impossible for her to
break free.
His kiss was the opposite of his outward appearance–fervent and domineering,
allowing no resistance from her, as if he wanted to embed her entirely into his
embrace.
Yet, it was impossible to dislike. On the contrary, it was easy to get lost in it.
Some sound gradually returned. The sudden presence of light signaled the end of
the tunnel.
He paused his actions. Only his fingers were still brushing against her wrist.
No one would know what had transpired here.
Their breaths had become slightly labored.
With her eyes still covered, Wynter couldn’t see her own appearance. Her long hair
was disheveled, her lips slightly reddened from the biting, her top wrinkled, and her chest rising and falling.
As her hand clutched him, her fingertips barely touched the scarlet rosary bracelet on his wrist. Everything looked as alluring as they were a taboo.
In contrast, Dalton remained impeccably dressed in his suit. Except for the heat of his breath, his face betrayed no emotion, save for the lingering intensity. His eyes
were so dark that they were almost impossible to look into directly.
Who could imagine that this high–and–mighty, untouchable man would be so
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