The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1285 Burning Desires

Dalton looked at Wynter’s face and furrowed his brows slightly. He

wasn’t able to discern the nature of her dreams.

He extended his hand, guiding Wynter to open her mouth and press her lips against his neck. Wynter, almost instinctively, seemed to be drawing nourishment from him, as if foraging. Her white teeth grazed and gently sucked his neck.

He allowed her to clutch his collar with both hands. The sensation of

blood gradually flowing away allowed him to hold her waist with one

hand.

On the surface, it seemed like he was maintaining his composure. In reality, his Adam’s apple began to tremble, and his breathing grew heavier.

Wynter seemed utterly oblivious to everything happening around her. Perhaps she would have long woken up if it was anyone else, but Dalton’s very presence was enough to deeply affect her.

robe and then at the person. lying beside her, who seemed very unwilling. Yet, the face was all too familiar.

her exceptionally handsome fiancé,

me the antidote,” Dalton

Dalton’s words

frowned. “What antidote?”

I’m talking about,” Dalton replied.

remembered, with a face that

eyes. His cheeks were an abnormal shade of

it be the kind of antidote

to sit up but found herself uncontrollably holding onto him. “There is no antidote. Why are you

did she even mean by disobedient? Wynter was puzzled, desperately wanting

make sense of the whole

bit older. He wore a red robe as he pressed her against a wall. He was kissing her forcefully, carrying

she realized her wrist was shackled with a golden chain.

seemed to be smiling, his low, almost teasing laugh sending a tingling sensation from

it? You can only stay here.” Dalton’s handsome face was slightly obscured by the