Chapter 1285 Burning Desires
Dalton looked at Wynter’s face and furrowed his brows slightly. He
wasn’t able to discern the nature of her dreams.
He extended his hand, guiding Wynter to open her mouth and press her lips against his neck. Wynter, almost instinctively, seemed to be drawing nourishment from him, as if foraging. Her white teeth grazed and gently sucked his neck.
He allowed her to clutch his collar with both hands. The sensation of
blood gradually flowing away allowed him to hold her waist with one
hand.
On the surface, it seemed like he was maintaining his composure. In reality, his Adam’s apple began to tremble, and his breathing grew heavier.
Wynter seemed utterly oblivious to everything happening around her. Perhaps she would have long woken up if it was anyone else, but Dalton’s very presence was enough to deeply affect her.
Wynter’s eyes were half–closed, and she struggled to distinguish between dream and reality. She glanced at her disheveled robe and then at the person. lying beside her, who seemed very unwilling. Yet, the face was all too familiar.
It was her exceptionally handsome fiancé, Dalton.
“Give me the antidote,” Dalton said.
Wynter didn’t understand Dalton’s words at all.
Wynter frowned. “What antidote?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” Dalton replied.
He appeared younger than she remembered, with a face that looked
unusually youthful and a subtle humiliation in his eyes. His cheeks were an abnormal shade of red.
Wait, could it be the kind of antidote she was thinking of?
Wynter tried to sit up but found herself uncontrollably holding onto him. “There is no antidote. Why are you always so disobedient?”
What did she even mean by disobedient? Wynter was puzzled, desperately wanting someone to explain the situation to her.
Just as Wynter tried to make sense of the whole situation, the scene shifted.
Dalton seemed to have grown a bit older. He wore a red robe as he pressed her against a wall. He was kissing her forcefully, carrying an indescribable intensity. She felt a deep familiarity with him, a recognition that resonated through her body.
This took Wynter by surprise. As she waved her hand, she realized her wrist was shackled with a golden chain.
Dalton seemed to be smiling, his low, almost teasing laugh sending a tingling sensation from her neck through her entire body.
“Do you not like me this way? But what can you do about it? You can only stay here.” Dalton’s handsome face was slightly obscured by the light.
“Don’t think about leaving. This place was specifically designed for you, with everything you love. There are even a few pearls on top, and you can play with them or take your frustration out on them. But don’t cut your feet since I don’t like such marks.”
As Dalton spoke, he pulled Wynter back into his embrace. His palm seemed to be burning with a fiery intensity that could ignite her entire body.
It was a sensation Wynter had never experienced before. His voice
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was so close, his breath brushing against her ear, forcing her to respond. Yet, instead of being unpleasant, it was intoxicating, leaving her entire body tingling.
Dalton seemed to relish pushing her to this point. He held her waist with one hand. A soothing, water–like sound filled the air, and everything around them was soft, including the surface they were lying on. Only he remained astonishingly hard.
The heat and numbness felt like fire, burning away all her rationality. She could barely hear anything but his heartbeat, both strong and
dominant.
She wanted to retreat but found herself pressing closer to him. Why was this happening?