The Heartbreak Prescription by Glazed Snow

My Dad Please Come 348

Chapter 348

Stanley felt her small hands wandering over his body, her movements frantic with need. In her haste, she tore one of his buttons clean off.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his larger hand closing over hers to still

her.

"Wendy, slow down. I don't have spare clothes here."

If his shirt got ruined, he'd have nothing else to wear.

But Wendy wasn't cooperating. All she wanted was warmth-more of it, as much as she could get. She slipped her hand free from his grip and buried her face against his neck with a whimper. "I'm so cold...”

Her voice, weakened by illness, came out in a breathy whine, almost childishly sweet.

Not that Stanley needed reminding-even when she wasn't sick, she knew exactly how to melt into him, all soft sighs and pleading whispers in bed.

She had always been a little temptress.

It had been a long time since he had last tasted it due to their divorce.

Stanley clenched his jaw, fighting the urge-and lost. His fingers found the buttons of her blouse, working them open with deliberate slowness.

Then everything spiraled.

He flipped her beneath him, their hands tangling in fabric-his half-shrugged-off white shirt, her clothes being peeled away. The sharp lines of his shoulder blades flexed as he moved, the deep groove of his spine a stark contrast to the smooth, chilled skin of Wendy's fingers as they skated up his back.

When he lowered himself against her, their bodies pressed flush-her skin like ice, his burning with barely leashed hunger. A clash of opposites, raw and electric.

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remote village, the heat between

consuming everything

as if she

face-the same face that had always

without effort. Even now, it hooked him

his fingers and crushed

had been thrown into a furnace. The heat was

but his weight pinned her

her brows furrowed in protest, a muffled whimper catching in her throat. Her small hands shoved weakly

"G-Get off me..."

silent. Stanley had no idea how secure this room really was.

the blanket over them, his voice a rough whisper against her

the sensitive curve below her ear, his

crease forming between her brows as she twisted away.

Then-

fluttered wildly, and suddenly, her eyes flew

She was awake.

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thing she saw was Stanley's face-his aristocratic features now darkened with something

Why was he here?

mind blanked as she tried hard to recollect