He had pushed her many times, but this time was the coldest and roughest.
Averi staggered backward, collapsing onto the floor. If the sofa hadn't cushioned her fall, she couldn't imagine how much worse it would've looked. Even so, the pain shooting through her wrist as it hit the sofa made her cry out, "Ah!"
The couch shifted askew from her impact, its base scraping against the floor with a piercing screech.
Averi rubbed her wrist, eyes glistening as she looked up at the man with a frosty expression. "Dallas, what's gotten into you?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling from the pain, sounding both fragile and aggrieved.
That voice pulled him back to a bit of reason. Dallas looked down at her from above, wrestling internally.
He knew he had gone too far, but... she had provoked him, pushed him to this point—it was her—
Yet, a deep-seated moral sense prevented him from accepting that he had acted violently toward a woman. So, when she angrily said, "Help me up," despite his anger, he stepped forward and lifted her up.
Averi naturally settled onto his lap, her face showing a mixture of grievance, confusion, and anger. "What are you so mad about, hitting so hard?" Receiving no answer, she turned to glare at him. "Say something."
She rarely showed this expression; most of the time, she was at ease, unhurried. But now, her brows furrowed, and there were still droplets clinging to her curled lashes. Her almond-shaped eyes were brimming with anger, yet the misty layer softened its intensity.
Dallas lowered his gaze, carefully enclosing her injured wrist with both hands, rotating it gently left and right, forward and back, asking as he did, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts. It hurts." Without a thought, Averi replied twice.
Dallas had seen and handled too many dislocations and fractures in the past; one touch, and he knew her bones and joints were fine.
She was still angry, asking again, "Speak up, why did you suddenly push me?"
Dallas felt frustrated, unwilling to reveal the source of his anger. So he remained in a moral quandary, utterly subdued by her.
After a long silence, he finally said, "I'll get a pain relief patch."
But she deliberately shifted her weight, pressing down harder on his thigh, pinning him in place. "I don't want a pain relief patch."
Dallas's brow tightened, sensing something.
Sure enough, she raised an eyebrow slightly, bringing her wrist to his lips, coaxing yet commanding, "Blow on it for me."
It wasn't an unreasonable request.
Dallas glanced up at her and gently blew a breath.
"You're so half-hearted," she complained, scrutinizing him with sharp eyes, though a smirk played at her lips. "Blow on it properly."
He blew a few more times, yet she remained dissatisfied, pressing her wrist to his lips as a seductive glint appeared in her eyes. "Lick it for me."
Dallas frowned, his gaze cold and piercing as he stared at her.
When sober, she wasn't afraid, let alone now with alcohol emboldening her. With past experiences in mind, Averi changed tactics, planting a kiss on his cheek and whispering, "Dallas, I want you to lick me."
Dallas's eyes darkened as an image flashed through his mind: she stood naked under the shower, warm water pooling around her nipples, streaming down her stomach, navel, and finally onto his face. She parted her soft folds with her fingers, saying, "For you to taste."
Though she said "taste," it was really licking. He used his tongue, licking her again and again.
The more he tried not to think about it, the clearer the image became.
Dallas's body went rigid, as if spellbound, parting his lips.
Her skin was slightly cold, and his lips and tongue were hot. A tingling sensation spread from her wrist to her lower abdomen. Her skin was slightly cold, and his lips and tongue were hot. A tingling sensation spread from her wrist to her lower abdomen.
I don't know when it started, but light licking turned into biting and sucking. Averi's wrist was covered in man's saliva, wet and sticky, and even his inner skin was stained red by his sucking.
"Mmm... "Her breathing was so seductive that it dripped water. Suddenly, she withdrew her hand and, while he wasn't paying attention, inserted her index finger into his mouth, pinching his tongue and stirring it.
The action with strong sexual implications shook both of them.
Dallas suddenly tightened her teeth and made a gesture to bite, but she didn't hide or dodge. Instead, her flirtatious attitude became even stronger, and her nails continued to hook his tongue restlessly.
"Is it delicious? "She deliberately asked, then took out her fingers that he had licked wet and put them in her mouth." I'll taste it too, "she said, giving it a strong suck.
Dallas's throat tightened.
His gaze was too direct, causing Averi to feel a surge of excitement. Her eyes were hazy, and she asked coquettishly, 'Do you want to eat something else?'
The small box containing Montblanc was lying askew at the feet of the two of them, and when she fell, the cake in her hand also fell.
Averi bent down and picked up the box, carefully opening it. Inside, the cake was already scattered and in a mess.
She glanced at him and silently condemned him for his good deeds. Then he gouged out a piece of his finger and delivered it to the man's mouth.
So what she meant by 'other' was cake.
He should breathe a sigh of relief.
The sweet chestnut flavor filled his entire mouth, but Dallas was absent-minded, his attention focused entirely on that finger.
"Is it good?"
The man remained silent, but when she dug another piece and brought it to his lips, he did not refuse.
Averi suddenly felt a little hungry too.
On the third bite of the "finger cake," she "accidentally" tilted her hand, leaving a small dollop of cream on his chin.
Before Dallas could react, the woman's soft lips had already touched him, carefully licking off the cream and even biting him before leaving.
She licked her lips and looked at him, telling him with her eyes that her game had begun.
She first applied and then licked the corners of her lips, Adam's apple, and collarbone, enjoying it slowly. Finally, she lifted his T-shirt and applied cream to one of his nipples.
The delicate fingers were flicking the small grain wildly, spreading cream everywhere.
Dallas's eyes flickered in the darkness, and his breathing gradually became heavy.
Just by watching his reaction, Averi was already wet. The small hole greedily closed, and a sense of emptiness surged up.
