NovelEnglishChapter 155 Own up to Your Actions, Doc "With what?" Dalton asked Wynter, his wrist adorned with crimson beads, giving off an air of nobility and aloofness.
His chill denneanor somehow ignited her thirst to dismantle it - especially since he was dressed in finely tailored suits Wynter reached out, her fingertips landing on his diamond cufflink, a mischievous smile playing on her I*ps. "Lettake a bite out of you. How about that?" She had never made such requests before. Even when her intermittent explosive disorder flared up, she would endure it to the extent of dousing her head with freezing water.
However, for sreason, she couldn't suppress her urge to test whether his neck was as cold as it appeared - with her teeth.
Normally, no one would agree to such an odd request, yet Dalton chucked and asked, "Where do you want to bite?" "Your neck," Wynter replied with a charming smile, her tongue sliding across her I*ps as her anticipation grew.
Wrapping his arms around Wynter's waist, Dalton lifted her slightly, his breath drawing closer. "This height should make it easier for you to bite." "Indeed." Wynter was too preoccupied to bother about how intimate their positions were, especially in such a confined space.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDalton pressed Wynter against the wall, his tall figure shielding them from view.
Unbeknownst to him, no one would cto this corner, since the place had neither sunlight nor medicinal herbs stored.
This comer was basically deserted, only Wynter would occasionally chere to take a puff of smoke. Hence, the only concern for Wynter now was, how to suppress the agitation in her blood as soon as possible. She didn't even notice his Adam's apple bobbing.
Without giving Dalton a chance to back out, Wynter leaned toward Dalton's pristine neck and sank her teeth into it, feeling a slight chill yet strong sandalwood scent spreading between her teeth.
Almost instinctively. She pressed deeper, emitting a faint, muffled moan.
It sounded soft and satisfying as if she was enjoying herself while also feeling perplexed, sparking infinitel alluring imagination.
Dalton glanced at the woman in his arms, his hands on her waist exerting a gentle pressure as her I*ps. landed on him.
Not only did he feel no pain, but he also hoped that she could remain like this a little longer.
However, Wynter soon regained her composure, the volatile urge in her blood gradually fading away. replaced by an indescribable sense of tranquility.
It felt as if her long hunger had finally been satisfied The feeling was too subtle and difficult to describe, not to mention a little awkward.
She was aware that she was the one who was off, not Dalton though.
Nesting in Dalton's arms, Wynter felt her legs weak and unable to stand.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"There's something in your blood," she said, breaking the silence Supporting her, Dalton brushed her long hair behind her ear, his deep, captivating eyes seeming to draw people in "What is it?" "Maybe poison, or maybe something else." Wynter wasn't quite certain what it was, but what she can be sure was "It smells nice tothough."
As if discussing something mundane, Dalton spoke casually, "If you even Lally. If want it again, you can biteanytyou want. It covers the medication expenses anyway.
"No thanks: One tis more than " enough." Wynter could feel her body temperature rising and a thin layer. of sweet forming "If I keep on getting involved with you like this, it would be hard to-" She abruptly stopped.
What? Dalton asked, his eyebrow raised.
Wynter shook her head, leaving the "hard to get rid of you" part unsaid.
She then pushed off the wall, trying to stand up, but Dalton pressed her back down: Own up to your actions, back down "Own up to your actions, Doc. Shouldn't you take sresponsibility after biting?"
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