Chapter 313
His deep eyes clearly reflected her delicate figure.
Vivian Bennett’s cheeks flushed crimson.
Her lips were slightly swollen, bearing traces of affection.
"Vivian…"
Liam Sullivan’s voice was low and husky as he called her name, filled with deep emotion.
His kisses were scorching and relentless, trailing downward.
Vivian squirmed weakly, unable to break free from his grasp.
Her skirt had been pushed up at some point.
She widened her eyes in panic, arching her back with a gasp.
"Don’t… not there!"
Her hands pushed against him frantically.
Her face was flushed like she was drunk, her breathing ragged.
Liam ignored her resistance, determined to tease her most sensitive spot with his tongue.
Vivian soon melted into a puddle of desire.
She whimpered, emitting broken moans as if overwhelmed by pleasure, yet on the verge of tears.
A long time later, the dazzling spots before her eyes gradually faded.
She turned her head and saw Liam lying beside her, gazing at her intently.
His eyes swirled with astonishing tenderness as he gently stroked her burning cheek.
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked hoarsely. "Did you like it?"
Vivian was so embarrassed she wanted to bury herself in the sand.
"Stop it…" she cooed, turning her face away, her ears turning bright red.
Liam chuckled softly.
"You’ve had your pleasure. Now it’s my turn."
Vivian watched in horror as he freed himself, her voice trembling.
"What… are you going to do?"
He leaned close to her ear, his scorching breath brushing against her neck.
His voice, gentle as water yet intense as magma, instantly bewitched her mind.
She found herself inexplicably agreeing to his request.
Liam closed his eyes, lost in the dizzying sensation.
He struggled to restrain his urge to let go, but ultimately succumbed to her temptation.
Before Vivian could react, he had already lost control.
She stood frozen in place.
When she came to her senses, she was so embarrassed and angry she nearly cried.
"Liam Sullivan, you bastard!" she sobbed, closing her eyes, her hands nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.
Her voice carried a hint of tearful grievance.
Seeing her in such a disheveled state, Liam’s heart ached to hold her.
But she pushed him away forcefully.
"Stop it! You’ve made me all dirty!"
Without another word, he scooped her up into his arms.
He forced himself to stay calm and comforted her.
"Be good, don’t fuss. I’ll take you to get cleaned up."
As he walked through the waves, he muttered under his breath,
"Blame yourself for being so irresistible…"
Vivian pounded his chest relentlessly.
"Pervert! You planned this all along, didn’t you? Hypocrite! Wolf in sheep’s clothing!"
Her complaints were full of playful coquetry.
Though he was being hit, Liam secretly enjoyed it.
He placed her in the sea, carefully scooping water to wash her.
As he cleaned her, his fingers accidentally slipped between her lips.
Vivian spat out his finger, giving him a seductive smile.
"Let me help you wash too…"
Liam was instantly captivated.
An overwhelming urge surged through him like a flood, impossible to resist any longer.