Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Savannah curled up on the sofa, like a kitten. Her red, pouty lips were parted slightly, and her shiny, brown hair was a glorious mess.

Dylan's breath was shallow. He picked her up, walking upstairs.

After putting her on the bed, he took a shower and changed into a white robe.

When he came out, the little cat was still in a deep sleep. She unconsciously wrapped herself in his white blanket.

She must be tired after waiting for him for so long.

It seemed that she wouldn't be awakened even by the roar of thunder.

He walked over to tuck her up. His eyes softened, and he ran his thumb across her lip. The touching made his blood sear in his veins. He quickly laid down beside her, and his hands slipped into the blanket, trailing up from her hip to her waist and up to her breast. He gazed down at her, his expression unreadable, and gently cupped her breast.

Deep in her throat, Dylan heard a faint distressed groan.

Savannah felt so warm in her dream, and it seemed that someone was touching her. The heat was familiar, and it was stifling, overpowering. It must be Dylan. She could even feel his erection against her hips.

Was this a spring dream?

Her heart was pounding hard. She flushed scarlet, everywhere, feeling faint.

How? Why? She didn't know she could dream sex. What's more, this dream was too realistic.

It's almost reality.

Although it was in the dream, her body struggled unconsciously to avoid the aggression of his hand.

Then she heard a familiar voice whispering in her ear, "my love, honey, I want you."

His sexy voice made Savannah lost.

She breathed, the response of her body showed that she didn't reject being touched by him. Subconsciously, she was utterly at the mercy of his expert touch.

Since it was a dream, she didn't have to be shy.

"Dylan…" she murmured, biting her lip, and her mouth opened as she groaned.

"Say you love me." He ordered.

"I love you…" Savannah hesitated for just half a second before she said that in a soft but urgent voice as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Anyway, it was a dream.

She even wrapped one of her legs around his strong waist.

Dylan was excited and breathy. He began to trail feather light kisses around her ear and down her neck. He lifted the hem of her nightgown, and his fingers slipped through the fine lace.

"Hmm..." The interrupting cold air woke Savannah all of a sudden. She opened her eyes and breathed!

Dylan's eyes were soft and warm, heated evenly. Oh my. He was so close.

She sat up and blushed, wide awake now.

Holy shit, it was not a spring dream! He did come!

Ah---

She said that three words and she wanted his possession!

So embarrassed!

The last time she responded was because she had taken an aphrodisiac!

But now, could she still find an excuse?

He must feel quite proud.

But she never thought he would come so late!

Dylan had no time to laugh at her when the little woman slipped away and left him wanting. He grabbed her and pulled her back with a dark expression.

Didn't she know she had a concupiscent effect on him?

"Dylan... I just... thought it was a dream..." She pressed her hand against his chest.

"So what? You want me too, even in your dream." He was lost in an erotic torment, and his voice was full of repressed desire.

Before she had time to speak, he peeled off her nightgown, pinning her down, and continued to trail kisses down her body, passionately...

***

When Savannah woke, it was almost 10 o'clock in the morning. She stretched herself, and she felt sore.

Dylan was nowhere to be seen.

She scratched her hair and took a deep breath.

Last night Dylan was like a lion starving for a long time, and he took her again and again...

She had been worried that he would be too tired after racing around all day, but it seemed that he was still full of energy!

She changed clothes and went downstairs.

Dylan was reading emails over coffee in a white shirt. He looked his usual calm, collected self. He's not merely good-looking – he's the epitome of male beauty, breathtaking, and he's with her. She blushed at that thought suddenly.

The early morning sun came in through the French Windows and hung a thin layer of gold over his shoulders.

Savannah thought he had gone to the company and didn't expect him to be here. She looked at him, recalling his burning smokey gaze and what they did… She blushed and hesitated if she should step back or forward.

It was the first time they had sex after she was kidnapped and rescued...

He almost exhausted the strength and sweat on her last night, as if she was his regained treasure. He called out her name when he thrust hard into her, for fear of losing her again.

And she, too, seemed to be less shy and less ashamed than before.

Absence made the heart grow fonder.

With that in mind, her hands began to sweat a little, and her heart beat violently.

"What's up?" Dylan looked up and noticed that she had come down the stairs but was in a daze.

Nervously, Savannah tucked her loosened hair behind her ear and walked to sit opposite him. "I thought you've left for the company."

"I'm a little tired, so I take a half-day off. I'll go to the company this afternoon." He said as he sipped from the coffee, and he gave her a significant glance.

A little tired? He hadn't even felt tired when he took her last night several times. Savannah joked in her heart, then remembered something. "By the way, what happened to Susan?"

She hadn't had time to ask him last night.

A serious look passed over Dylan's face. "She was sent to the hospital. The doctor put it down to over-excitement. When I left, she didn't seem sane at all. She sighed and moaned and knew nobody. The doctor said that there's little hope of her recovery. I've contacted one of the best sanatoriums in the country. Later, she'll be sent there."

Savannah took a deep breath, shocked.

Susan really drove herself crazy.