My Four Miraculous Treasures

Chapter 176 Roused from her slumber, a foggy-headed Willow thought for a moment that she'd just kissed her daughter Hailey on one chubby little cheek...

Except, wait a moment... instead of that soft, smooth, springy texture she'd been expecting... hmm, something was off...

Leathery skin over taut muscle, throbbing with fiery energy... this wasn't a child...

Well, she was half-asleep right now, so she could easily have been mistaken. Anyway, back to sleep... Suddenly, something pressed hard against her lips, and forcefully stole her breath away.

The overpowering pheromones of a man enveloped her, engulfed her, leaving her powerless to resist. Willow surfaced from her dream with a nasty start, and opened her eyes to a close-up view of a terribly handsome face, skin flawless and nicely elastic. At such close proximity, she could even count the individual pores.

His eyes were wild and intense, highlighted with definite creases and furrows. Beneath the lights, faint shadows played across his eyelids, mesmerizing and sexy.

The tip of his nose pressed down against hers. He was pressing a kiss hungrily against her lips. His hot breath blasted into her own nostrils.

The powerful scent of a man filled her whole world, blocking out all else.

heart was already racing out of control. She pressed both hands against his chest, trying hard

night's sleep here. Why did

be... did he mean to repeat that horrific scene from five years ago, when he had trespassed upon her personal boundaries,

that night, when she'd been raped by Jasper Hughes. The pain and trauma had

time she remembered, her heart felt like it might burst from the

was mainly thinking

and he found her irresistible. With her lying by his side, running her hands over his body... of course he'd

kissing her, and he found that in the space between her lips and her teeth, there was

like that night, five

help himself. Sliding a hand behind her back, he pulled her even closer to

breaths blew a sweet fragrance into his lungs, creating an addiction he would

was no wonder that,

five years ago, he already felt drawn to her. Each time she bent over, or lowered her gaze, or came near him... he was overcome by

first, he felt confounded by his own lack of self-restraint, and so he arranged for Willow