bacchusnovels Chapter 169 Narcissa is about to melt
Chapter 169 Narcissa is about to melt
Chapter 169 Narcissa is about to melt
Sean turned around and froze on the spot.
A beautiful woman stood quietly, seemingly blending into the magnificent sunset.
Her figure was graceful and elegant, like a blooming flower swaying gently in the breeze, exuding a faint fragrance.
A gentle breeze blew through her long hair, caressing her soft body curves, causing her dress to cling tightly to her shapely figure, outlining a series of breathtaking silhouettes.
She wore a thin gauze dress that swayed in the breeze. The semi-transparent fabric could not completely conceal her graceful figure, vaguely revealing her full and pert breasts and slender waist.
The glimpse of her fair thigh peeking out from under her skirt drew Sean's gaze.
What a nice view.::
Sean exclaimed sincerely.
Then, recalling Narcissa's frenzied behavior in bed last time, the stark contrast made him restless.
When he came to his senses, he saw Narcissa blushing and giving him a coquettish glare, her eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and a hint of feigned reproach.
This alarm made Sean's heart race involuntarily, and he felt his cheeks begin to feel slightly hot.
No more.
It seems... I'm a little... unable to hold back anymore...
"What are you looking at? I'm asking you a question." Narcissa's voice trembled slightly, as if she were becoming somewhat unnatural due to nervousness and shyness. "You and Fudge..."
For some reason, when Narcissa felt Sean's burning gaze, her body exuded an indescribable charm.
Sean's gaze held an indescribable emotion, like a blazing flame that ignited a fire in Narcissa's heart, reminding her of that crazy night not long ago.
"It's all been discussed," Sean said gently. He was always willing to be tender and patient with such a beautiful woman. "Don't worry, darling."
Narcissa blushed even more upon hearing Sean's reply, and she bit her lower lip, making her appear even more alluring.
Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if she were recalling something, or perhaps anticipating something.
Honey.
Such unfamiliar yet familiar vocabulary.
"That's...good." Narcissa's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, carrying a hint of gentleness and anticipation. Her fingers lightly brushed across her arm, as if to soothe her somewhat erratic heartbeat.
As Sean watched her retreating figure, a surge of protective instinct welled up within him.
He stepped forward, gently put his arm around her waist, and tenderly pulled her into his embrace.
Narcissa initially wanted to refuse, but when she smelled the powerful aura emanating from Sean, her mind went blank for a moment.
When she regained consciousness, she found herself leaning against Sean's chest.
She gently closed her eyes, the steady heartbeat of Sean ringing in her ears, each beat seeming to strike her heart, giving her endless comfort and strength.
She could feel Sean's body temperature passing through the thin fabric of her clothes, and her body became increasingly soft, the fluids flowing from her body almost overwhelming her heart.
How could this happen?
Narcissa felt a sense of unease, as if she were in some kind of abnormal state. But the person holding her in his arms was her husband.
This sense of identity allowed her to enjoy the embrace with a clear conscience.
Sean gently stroked Narcissa's hair. He could smell the faint fragrance in her hair, which seemed to have a hypnotic power, calming his mind.
Narcissa's breathing became rapid, and she could feel an electric shock-like tremor running through her body with every touch from Sean.
Her body grew increasingly supple, as if melting in Sean's embrace. The emotions and desires brewing within her filled her with a mixture of fear and disorientation.
Sean keenly sensed Narcissa's emotions, and he skillfully placed his hand gently on her shoulder.
His thumb lightly brushed across her collarbone, as if testing her reaction.
"Darling," Sean said softly, his voice slightly hoarse, "I think... I can't take it anymore."
Narcissa trembled slightly, raised her head, and her eyes flickered with a complex light.
"Then...why endure it?" Narcissa murmured softly.
This statement seems like a rhetorical question, yet also like a soliloquy.
Upon hearing this, Sean no longer hesitated, lowered his head, and kissed her lips gently and passionately.
At that moment, it felt as if the whole world melted away in their kiss.
Narcissa responded just as enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around Sean's neck and pressing her body close to him as if trying to merge herself into his embrace.
Their kiss grew deeper and more passionate, as if they wanted to merge their souls into one.
Narcissa's fingertips lightly traced across Sean's back, sending shivers down his spine, while Sean held her tightly, as if trying to lock her firmly in his arms.
They gradually separated, panting, their eyes burning with lingering desire.
Narcissa's face was flushed, her eyes glazed. With her remaining rationality, she set the tone for tonight's actions: "Not here, to the bedroom..."
However, when Narcissa opened her eyes again, for some reason, the person in front of her had changed.
He was no longer the Lucius he knew.
Sean Phillips?
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