Chapter 1915 The Absolute

Wynter was completely thrown by Dalton's sudden move. She gave a slight shake of her head, trying to clear the haze, but the heat from his palm was too hot for her to ignore. "Wait…" Her breath came quicker now, as though she'd fallen into a mire, and each effort to pull free proved useless. Dalton looked at her with a smile, his fingers casually tugging at his collar. A button gave way, landing on the floor with a soft clink. The dark shirt against his pale neck only intensified that cold, almost ascetic allure. Any woman would have caved right to Dalton, who was more handsome, powerful, and rich than any other man. But in Wynter's eyes, all she could see was his Adam's apple and the faint veins beneath his skin. A strange thirst, a craving she couldn't suppress, rose in her throat. His scent wasn't cologne, yet it was addictive. Wynter couldn't help but want to taste him. Her hands clenched slightly, and her throat felt parched. Paired with the heat he radiated, she finally gav