The Queen They Buried

Chapter 493

As Bowen kissed her, he nipped at her lips, drinking in her taste. His hand on her waist roamed restlessly, fingers kneading her gently. When he felt her shiver in his arms, a low, satisfied laugh rumbled from his chest.

Aubree’s eyes grew misty, her hands pressing weakly against his chest. “No, that’s enough…”

But Bowen had been craving this for so long that wouldn’t let go so easily. He caught her hands without effort and deepened the kiss.

He knew every sensitive spot on her body, and his hands moved with reckless abandon, tormenting her until Aubree’s eyes turned red with emotion, her whole body going weak, as if all her strength was slowly drained away. She was left utterly powerless to resist.

The beast inside him was finally unleashed. He greedily marked Aubree with his own scent. It was a blatant warning to any rivals that she was his

prey.

Her hair was a mess, lips swollen and red, tears clinging to the corners of her eyes. Aubree looked so heartbreakingly vulnerable that it made Bowen want to scoop her up and never let go.

Bowen lifted himself up as a soft and almost inaudible laugh rumbled from his chest. It was low, husky, and dangerously sexy.

Aubree was gasping for breath, her mind already muddled from the alcohol and now even more of a mess. Her eyes curved into crescents, tears shimmering as she looked at him and accused, “You liar!

“You promised if I was good, you’d let me drink.”

remember was that Bowen had promised her a

“Alright, I’ll

bottle, tipped it back for a drink, holding the wine in his mouth. Then he

the wine so close she

unable to hold back, she pressed in for a real kiss. Bowen finally got exactly what he’d

letting her straddle him and take whatever she wanted, giving her free rein to be as

slipped from the corner of her lips, sliding down her neck, tracing

stared blankly at the scene before her and murmured, “What a wicked

messy as he lounged back in the chair with Aubree, who was just as stunning, draped over

a suggestive crimson line from the corner of

impossible to tell who was

were.

want more?” he asked

the half–empty bottle,

could really hold his liquor. This wine couldn’t even get him buzzed.

did he pull her into his arms and drift

when Aubree woke up, she let

she felt that something was

by a wave of handsomeness. She was completely wrapped up in Bowen’s arms,