<b>Chapter </b><b>493 </b>
As <b>Bowen </b>kissed her, he nipped <b>at </b>her lips, drinking in her taste. His hand on her waist roamed restlessly, fingers kneading her <b>gently</b>. When he felt her shiver in his arms, a low, satisfiedugh rumbled from his chest.
Aubree’s eyes grew <b>misty</b><b>, </b>her hands pressing <b>weakly </b>against his chest. “No, <b>that’s </b>enough…”
But Bowen had been <b>craving </b>this for so long that wouldn’t let go <b>so </b><b>easily</b>. He caught her hands without effort and deepened the kiss.
He knew <b>every </b>sensitive spot on her body<b>, </b>and his hands moved with reckless abandon, tormenting her until Aubree’s eyes turned red with emotion, her whole body going weak, as <b>if </b><b>all </b>her strength was <b>slowly </b>drained away. She was left utterly powerless <b>to </b>resist.
The beast inside him was finally unleashed. He <b>greedily </b>marked Aubree with his own scent. It was <b>a </b>tant warning to any rivals that she <b>was </b>his
prey.
Her hair was a <b>mess</b><b>, </b>lips swollen and red, <b>tears </b>clinging to the corners of her eyes. Aubree looked so heartbreakingly vulnerable that it made Bowen want to scoop her up and never let go.
Bowen lifted himself up as a soft and almost inaudibleugh rumbled from his chest. It was low, husky, and dangerously sexy<b>. </b>
Aubree was gasping <b>for </b>breath, her mind already muddled from the alcohol and now even more of a mess. <b>Her </b>eyes curved into crescents, tears shimmering as she looked at him and used, “You liar!
<b>“</b><b>You </b>promised if <b>I </b><b>was </b>good, <b>you’d </b>let me drink.”
At this point, the only thing she could remember was that Bowen had promised her a drink if she behaved.
Bowen chuckled. “Alright, I’ll let you have it.”
He picked up the wine bottle, tipped it back for a drink, holding the wine in his mouth. Then he leaned in close<b>, </b>just locking <b>eyes </b>with her.
Aubree blinked, the wine so close she could almost smell its aroma.
She inched forward, her lips brushing his <b>first</b><b>, </b>tasting the wine on him. Then, unable to hold back, she pressed in for a real kiss. Bowen finally got exactly what he’d been waiting for.
He held her by the <b>waist</b>, letting <b>her </b>straddle him and take <b>whatever </b>she wanted, giving her free rein to be <b>as </b>bold <b>as </b><b>she </b>pleased.
Unfinished <b>red </b>wine slipped from the corner of her lips, sliding down her neck, tracing over her corbone, and finally vanishing beneath her clothes
Aubree stared nkly at the scene before her and murmured, “What a wicked temptation…”
Bowen was dressed in a simple white shirt and ck pants at that moment. His hair was messy as he lounged back in the chair with Aubree, who was just as stunning, draped <b>over </b>him.
The red wine looked just like blood, tracing a suggestive crimson line from the corner of his lips.
Bowen had a teasing smile tugging <b>at </b>his lips. For a moment, it was impossible to tell who was the real tempter between the two. In a way, they both
<b>were</b>.
“Still want more?” he askedzily.
The two of them shared the rest of the half–empty bottle, passing it <b>back </b>and forth and taking yful sips from it.
Bowen could really hold his liquor. This wine couldn’t even get him buzzed. After drinking, he coaxed Aubree, whispering all kinds <b>of </b><b>sweet </b>nothings to her.
Only when he waspletely satisfied did he pull her into his arms and drift off into a blissful <b>sleep</b>.
The next morning, when Aubree woke up<b>, </b>she let <b>out </b>a yawn.
Then, she felt that something <b>was </b>off.
<b>Her </b>sleepiness disappeared in a sh. The moment she opened her eyes, she <b>was </b>practically sted awake by <b>a </b><b>wave </b>of handsomeness. She waspletely wrapped up in Bowen’s arms, his chin resting right on top of her head.
However, that was not the most important thing to her at the moment.
<b>As </b>memories <b>of </bst night came rushing <b>back</b>, Aubree realized with a jolt that Bowen had pulled all his tricks on her.
He talked her into drinking, hit her with those <b>sneaky </b>questions while she was drunk, and even lured her into making the <b>first </b>move.
2:40 PM C
Aubree’s expression <b>grew </b>stormier by the second. Finally, she just couldn’t take it anymore. In one smooth motion, she pried Bowen’s arm off. scooted herself a bit farther <b>away</b><b>, </b>then lifted her leg and kicked him right off the bed.
Bowen<b>, </b>who sprawled on the floor clutching the nket<b>, </b>sat up looking utterly baffled.
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