His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 325

The Wagyu was tender and juicy, pairing perfectly with the signature black pepper sauce.

She focused entirely on the meal, staying quiet.

Archer leaned back in his chair, leaving his own portion untouched as he quietly watched her.

As she looked down to eat, a stray lock of hair fell loose. She reached up to brush it back, entirely unaware of the small dab of brown sauce lingering on the corner of her lips.

His gaze turned somber. Suddenly, he leaned across the table.

As his shadow fell over her, Virginia paused and looked up at him.

The man's long fingers reached out. His warm, rough thumb gently brushed the corner of her mouth, wiping away the sauce.

They were so close that Virginia could clearly see her own reflection in his dark eyes, alongside a swirling, overwhelmingly deep affection that threatened to drown her.

Virginia's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively leaned back to create some distance.

Archer pulled his hand back, a faint smile seeming to touch his handsome features.

"Virginia," he said, his voice raspy as his gaze shifted from her red lips to her bright eyes. "Come with me somewhere after this."

Virginia set down her silverware. "Where?"

"You'll see when we get there," he kept her in suspense.

At a private glacier ski resort in the United Kingdom.

The area was covered in snow year-round, and the temperature was freezing.

In the lounge, Virginia changed into a one-piece Moncler ski suit. The main body was pure white with a pale blue chest.

The cinched waist accentuated her stunning curves, while the slightly flared pants made her look tall and elegant, blending a soft grace with a cool, untouchable vibe.

The door pushed open, and Archer walked in.

He had changed into an all-black Arc'teryx snow suit that highlighted his broad shoulders and long legs.

His black goggles were pushed up onto his forehead, revealing his sharp brow bone.

Virginia stiffened.

Even through the thick material, she could clearly feel the burning heat radiating from his palms...

She instinctively tried to pull away, but the large hands on her waist tightened instantly, locking her securely against his chest.

"Don't move," Archer warned softly, his warm breath fanning across her neck. "You'll fall."

Standing on his own board, he guided her down the slope inch by inch.

They were pressed so tightly together that with every turn, his thigh inevitably brushed against hers.

Virginia's breathing began to turn chaotic. She bit her lower lip, forcing herself to focus entirely on the snowy path ahead.

Archer looked down. The crisp scent of white tea from her hair filled his lungs, and his eyes landed on the tips of her ears, slightly red from the cold.

His gaze grew heavier.

He suppressed the burning heat surging through his veins, forcing himself to focus on skiing, yet the hands wrapped around her waist slowly and unconsciously pulled her tighter.