Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 819

Seeing that the beautiful face of Amelia was slowly leaving him, Patrick wanted to pull her under his body, tore her apart, bit her, and devoured her...

"Alright!" After making sure that she had enough clothes, she then stopped kissing him.

When she straightened up, she wiped the corner of her mouth.

It was stained with saliva, which made her uncomfortable.

It was exactly this movement that made Patrick thoroughly annoyed. He suddenly raised his long arm, rolled Amelia onto the sofa, turned over, and suppressing her under his body.

Through her confused and flustered eyes, Patrick felt that he was being rejected and roughly tore off her collar!

The two silver buttons on Amelia's placket instantly fell to the ground following his violent movements...

Amelia came to her senses and shouted, "Ah! You... How dare you! You said that I can trade my kiss for my clothing!"

She pressed her hands on his chest with difficulty. Through a layer of clothing, she could still feel the swelling of his muscles and the burning of his skin. Sure enough... one should never trust a man's words. Patrick's eyes were red with anger, and his mind was filled with pictures of Amelia wiping her lips. Did she feel disdain to kiss him so much?

Seeming to have lost his mind, he crumpled Amelia's dress into a ball. Just as Patrick was about to revel in the warmth of her body, he felt his temple tighten and was starting to get dizzy. In short, he was not feeling very well...

He shook his head and wanted to shake off the tiredness caused by the sleepless night, but Amelia seemed to be aware of something. She looked at him with her tearful eyes, puzzled. "Are you... having a fever?"

Patrick grabbed her hand that was on his chest to feel the heat and pressed them on both sides of her head. Then he leaned down and glared at her, saying in a hoarse voice, "Even if I have a fever, it's more than enough to deal with you! Today, you can't escape..."

and his breath when he spoke was so hot that Amelia felt like her

messing around! Let me

call the

moved her seductive mouth in front

but she refused to kiss him. What a

this, Patrick took the initiative to give her a long

lips were almost melting the soft and tender Amelia under him. Unlike the scorching heat on his body, her body

this happened, Patrick could not stop thinking why Amelia was so soft

him away because she knew that Patrick had a fever. Perhaps it was

realized that she could not be as calm as she

overbearing. Not only did he not give her enough time to breathe, but his

against the palms of her hands... Amelia was annoyed while enduring it. She counted the time inwardly. When it came to 'three, two, one', she would stop him no matter what. But when the countdown to her action was approaching, Amelia sadly realized that she could not even make a

he

oxygen that he suddenly realized that he seemed to have kissed this tender

expression of grievance that was about to

wanted to kiss

"Wait a minute!"

that you have a fever? What you need now

The last word 'you' was swallowed by Patrick in time. He said seriously, "Whether I have a fever or not, I can still

man! That was why every man was said to

me for at least two minutes. If these two minutes are converted into each kiss per second. I can almost remove all the things from