Sumr Sutton was so imrsed in her dream that she couldn’t wake up. The dream was filled with endless coldness, so cold that it chilled her to the bone, almost freezing her body stiff.
She didn’t know how long she had been asleep, but in a daze, she could feel a pair of arms holding her, and she then fell into a warm embrace.
Sumr Sutton, craving this long-lost warmth, buried herself in the embrace, deeply absorbing the person’s body heat, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.
Adrian Walyon looked down at her in his arms, initially finding her current obedient appearance rather endearing.
Unexpectedly, as Sumr Sutton nestled in his embrace, she suddenly murmured, "Daddy..."
Adrian Walyon’s face froze, the lines of his face instantly turning into icy ridges.
At this mont, he was quite annoyed, and regardless of Sumr Sutton’s illness, he coldly shouted at her, "Sumr Sutton, wake up! Take a good look at who I am?"
Sumr Sutton, delirious from fever, couldn’t hear what he said.
Ignoring him, she continued to snuggle into his embrace.
n have the most basic principles—no man would want a woman in his arms to mistake him for soone else.
Adrian Walyon watched her with a chilling gaze for a long ti. Seeing that she showed no signs of waking, he suddenly pinched her small chin with his fingertips, lowered his face, and pressed his lips against hers.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping between her lips and teeth, engulfing, devouring, and nibbling, as if trying to awaken her through this manner.
Sumr Sutton’s dream was shattered by his actions, her dream images scattering entirely.
She knew the person beside her wasn’t the one she longed for, and she could perceive she was being violated, but at that mont her brain was feverishly muddled, wanting to wake up but unable to open her eyes.
Adrian Walyon continued to kiss her, his kiss overwhelmingly domineering, seizing even her breath after invading her mouth.
Sumr Sutton’s throat felt dry, as if a fledgling waiting for feeding. She didn’t push him away; instead, she clutched his collar and started to kiss him back.
Her kisses were awkward, instinctively kissing him, trying to find so comfort through this way.
Adrian Walyon originally intended just to punish her, not expecting her to respond.
His body tensed for a bit, and after staring at her for a long, long ti, Adrian Walyon’s dark eyes deepened. With a flip, he pressed her beneath him and suddenly kissed her fiercely.
"Sumr Sutton, rember, today you initiated this!" He bit her lip hard, with his kisses falling densely.
Sumr Sutton truly was severely ill, her skin was flushed red.
Adrian Walyon kissed her entire body, both of their clothes completely discarded. When he lifted his head to look at her, he found she had drifted back to sleep.
This ti, even her murmurs had disappeared.
She seed to be sleeping deeply, her breathing light, misting warmly in his ears, sowhat scorching.
Adrian Walyon remained tense above her, his face very unpleasant.
He could have directly followed through; if he really wanted to do this, even if Sumr Sutton were awake, she wouldn’t have been able to stop him.
But after staring at her for a long ti, seeing her flushed little face, Adrian Walyon finally didn’t have the heart to continue.
Forget it, she’s burning at forty degrees. What am I doing competing with her?
After cooling her down physically, Adrian Walyon lay back down beside her, pulled her into his arms, and slept with her for a while.
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