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

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Chapter 1390 Chapter 1390 Chapter 1390 He Knows Her Body Better Than Her The warmth of Dalton's lips brushed against the corner of Wynter's. It was light, almost fleeting, yet irresistibly enticing.

His kiss was so delicate that it felt as though it could awaken every memory stored within her body. In that instant, Wynter could almost smell the sandalwood that lingered in her dreams.

The dark mist and countless Fankrit inscriptions were suppressing Dalton, but he ignored it all. He gripped her waist firmly as he whispered deeply in her ear.

Dalton's eyes never left Wynter's face as he kissed her wrist. His presence was so overwhelming that it was impossible to ignore.

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The black leather gloves were tossed aside. Wherever his hand touched, Wynter felt as if her skin was on fire. This was especially true when his fingertips brushed over the black mark on her neck.

The sensation intensified. It felt as though something inside her was screaming for control, making her instinctively grab his hand and reverse their roles.

Dalton chuckled, his thin lips brushing against her ear. "So, do you want to continue?" Wynter had never believed that anyone could truly captivate her. But now, it felt different.

It was as if a god had fallen to earth with his eyes reflecting only her. His presence radiated a controlled intensity, as if daring her to break through his restraint. It promised that if she did, he would be entirely hers.

The question lingered. Would she take that step? Wynter couldn't quite grasp the emotion surging within her. Before she knew it, her teeth sank into the wrist where Dalton wore the bracelet. A faint, indescribable scent filled her senses, making it hard to pull away.

He scooped her up entirely, one hand gripping her waist as he kissed her with a disregard for anything else around them.

At this moment, Dalton was nothing like the composed man he appeared to be in public. He was burning with nothing but dominance and intensity. Even his breathing becuneven.

But it wasn't just their breathing that shifted. Both their heartbeats echoed in the room, joined by the clatter of a penholder falling to the floor, and the chaos of everything else around them. Yet, Wynter seemed oblivious to it all.

It was as if Dalton knew her body better than she did. He was aware of all her vulnerable spots. A tingling sensation started at the base of Wynter's spine, spreading like wildfire through her entire being, Compared to Wynter's now disheveled appearance, Dalton remained impeccably dressed. His black trench coat was unwrinkled and was every bit the picture of refined elegance.

"Relax," he whispered against her ear. His eyes were now darker and more intense than ever.

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The outfit Wynter wore today had a delicately designed neckline that slightly revealed her slender neck. She paired it with a string of pearls which added a touch of elegance. Yet, despite this refinement, the dark mark on her neck gave her a rebellious, almost youthful edge.

In this world, no one else could evoke the sfeelings in him. This was something Dalton had known forla long time. Especially now, as she returned to his presence, she seemed like a blooming lotus, exuding a subtle fragrance and awaiting his touch. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft golden hue on Wynter's neck. Her eyes, tinged with a hint of red, held a look of defiance as she looked at him with an allure that was almost more captivating than his own.

At that moment, Dalton had a fierce desire to sink his teeth into her neck. He wanted to see the way she m furrowed her brow in response. It felt as though he wanted to shatter her, much like how she had looked at him long ago, disheveled and with eyes sparkling with tears. He found her the most beautiful then, yet she always seemed intent on leaving. Perhaps she had her own preferences, and he just happened to fall outside her aesthetic preferences.

But now, she had no choice in the matter. Whatever her tastes were no longer mattered. She could only belong to him! Ashburn >

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