Chapter 277
Liam Sullivan carried Vivian Bennett into the room.
He gently laid her on the soft, large bed.
He looked down at her flushed cheeks.
His voice was low and husky. "Do you want to sleep alone, or would you like someone to stay with you?"
His words carried a suppressed desire.
Vivian's eyes were dazed. She whispered softly, "I want you..."
Then she fell silent, but her arms tightened around his neck.
As Liam tried to put her down, she pulled him closer.
They both tumbled onto the soft bed.
Freed from the cold water, Vivian completely lost her reason.
Her body felt like it was on fire. Every pore radiated intense heat.
She held Liam's neck and urgently kissed his lips.
His mouth tasted like sweet spring water, soothing her burning thirst.
Vivian sucked unconsciously, letting out soft whimpers.
She felt satisfied, yet craved more.
Her words, "I want you," made Liam cast aside all his reservations.
Under the influence of the drug, her movements were clumsy yet incredibly arousing.
This primal kissing made him gradually lose control.
Liam's breathing became ragged. His Adam's apple bobbed.
His hands roamed over her skin, leaving trails of shivers.
He realized he wanted her more and more.
Both of them had volcanoes brewing in their veins.
The heat rushed to their heads. Their minds went blank, leaving only instinct.
Liam quickly removed their clothes.
Their skin pressed together, inseparable.
His warm, wet lips traveled downward.
Vivian moaned and cried out softly.
Her long hair spread out. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were dazed.
She was breathtakingly alluring.
She remained stubborn, biting her lip to suppress her screams.
Her hands gripped the sheets. Her legs tensed.
Liam used gentle kisses to slowly relax her.
They entangled like vines.
He found her delicious, tempting, soft, and charming.
Driven by the drug, everything was instinctual.
Vivian had long forgotten her resolution to guard her heart.
After several rounds of passion, she fell into an exhausted sleep.
She curled up beside Liam, her breathing soft.
Her eyelashes fluttered, showing a hint of vulnerability.
The stubbornness in her brow was gone, replaced by docile softness.
Liam gazed at her sleeping face.
He could hardly connect the usually defiant woman with the delicate girl before him.
Suddenly, she frowned and stirred restlessly.
Suppressed moans escaped her lips. Her legs rubbed together incessantly.
Liam's heart tightened.
He hadn't expected the drug to be so potent.
It still hadn't worn off after all that.
If he hadn't broken down the door tonight.
He dreaded to think what Frank Evans would have done to her.