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. Wynter's eyes were half-closed, and she struggled to distinguish between dream and reality. She glanced at her disheveled robe and then at the person lying beside her, wh