She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 296

He ground his teeth together and hissed, "Good that you know. Don't flatter yourself into thinking my rescuing you last night meant I had any intentions toward you!"

"You're overthinking it!"

After dropping those words, Quinn didn't linger for even a second.

She turned and walked deeper into the garden, leaving behind only a slender, solitary silhouette.

Miles stood there fuming, muttering furiously to himself.

If he ever helped this heartless woman again, he was a dog!

...

That night, Miles hardly slept.

His mind was plagued by dreams of everything that happened in the car. Quinn teasing him, her body flushed with an unnatural, feverish pink.

Her eyes were glazed with a misty, wet sheen, entirely devoid of the cold, distant facade she wore during the day.

She breathed warmly against his skin, her soft, pliable body pressing into his. Her delicate arms wrapped around his neck as she whispered sweetly, *'Ice Sculpture, don't push me away.'*

Her hot breath fanned against the side of his neck, accompanied by breathy whimpers and soft moans.

He realized he loved this obedient, pliable side of her. Quinn's fragrant, soft body clung tightly to his muscular frame, instinctively burrowing deeper into his embrace.

She whispered that his skin felt cool, and that she needed that coolness.

Her eyes swam with an intoxicating seduction, every soft hum throwing his breathing into complete disarray.

He stopped holding back. Perhaps suppressing his desires in the car that night had caused some kind of internal damage.

This time, it was torrential, overwhelming.

The woman in his arms smelled of a subtle, haunting fragrance, her gaze hazy and deeply affectionate.

His breathing grew increasingly ragged. He grabbed her slender waist, his forced restraint crumbling entirely.

He pinned her beneath him, completely abandoning any desire to extinguish the fire burning inside him.

This time, he eagerly met her demands. Hot breaths tangled together as the seductive tension skyrocketed.

Every boundary and ounce of reason was tossed out the window in this vivid, chaotic dream.

Perhaps her coldness toward him earlier that evening had intensified his desperate urge to conquer her, to make her submit to him and melt away her icy exterior.

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