The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311

Silas let the woman’s hands run wild through his hair. Through his tousled locks, her bright face hovered clearly in front of him.

For a fleeting moment, a wave of heat surged from his chest, impossible to guard against.

Vivian had no idea what he was thinking, but how could she not feel his burning gaze?

The smile on her lips deepened as she deliberately leaned closer.

“Don’t be mad anymore, okay?”

Her voice was a soft, seductive murmur.

“From now on, I’m yours. Everything about me belongs to you.”

As she spoke, she leaned in further, draping the towel over both their heads. In the confined space where their breaths mingled, an inexplicable, secret tension surged-the most primal, physical reaction between a man and a woman.

Vivian’s breathing grew erratic as she stared at him with intense longing.

He was handsome, but the word hardly did him justice.

Silas possessed a mature, predatory allure-sometimes aloof and aristocratic, other times dangerously seductive.

Like right now.

He was simply too breathtaking.

Vivian instinctively licked her lips, and then, she kissed him.

The towel slipped from their heads. With a gentle coaxing of her tongue, she urged his lips apart, her hand tracing a fiery path down his chest.

Silas was wearing a bathrobe, which made everything incredibly convenient.

His abs felt incredibly firm.

A perfectly defined V-line.

Vivian couldn’t bear to pull her hand away. Her kisses trailed from his lips to his jaw, then to his cheek, circling back to his mouth.

Unable to resist, she gave his lower lip a gentle nip.

The man let out a low, husky groan that was endlessly captivating.

me?”

She looked up, her flushed eyes swimming with intoxicating desire. “What? Do

you want

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Even as she spoke, her lips lingered agonizingly close to his. The teasing distance was just enough to drive a man insane, itching right down to the bone.

No other woman could pull off this kind of careless, alluring seduction quite like Vivian.

Silas’s gaze turned dark, as deep and turbulent as a hidden river.

Without realizing it, his hand had already found its way to her waist.

It was incredibly soft, so slender he could easily wrap his arm around it.

At the slight brush of his fingers, Vivian’s body tensed in sensitive reaction.

She closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh of apparent satisfaction, before slowly opening them to gaze at him with a melting look.

“Silas, you really are holding back, aren’t you?”

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When the man remained silent, Vivian’s smile widened. She lightly traced circles on his chest. “Tell me the truth. Is the reason you haven’t taken me yet because this push-and-pull feels so maddeningly good?”

Silas looked down at her. The woman’s smile was radiant and captivating. It seemed that as long as she was around, his dull life would be splashed with vibrant, undeniable color.

Half of her body was pressed against him, a clear and tantalizing invitation.

“I’ve got you all worked up, haven’t I?”

“Say something. Talk to me.”

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