His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 198

"Can I borrow your bathroom?"

"..."

Without waiting for her to answer, he familiarly walked toward the bathroom.

Just when she thought she was safe, he suddenly turned around and pulled her into his arms.

The next second, his large, well-defined hand directly cupped the back of her head, pressing her entirely against him.

The burning hot kiss fell on her, urgent and heavy, filled with a loss of control and an undeniable aggression.

Virginia's back hit the console table in the entryway. Their bodies pressed flush together, and she reflexively raised her hands to push against his chest.

"Ar..."

He was originally just capturing her lips, exploring them, but the moment she opened her mouth, his tongue intruded straight in, sweeping through everything.

His hot breath sprayed over her face. He controlled her head with one hand while the other gripped her slender waist, his thumb forcefully massaging her side through the thin silk fabric.

"Mmm..."

Virginia's mind went blank, her legs losing all strength, her arms unconsciously wrapping around his neck.

But he still wasn't satisfied, deepening the kiss until he sensed his own rising desire... He suddenly snapped out of it, stepping half a pace back.

"...I'm sorry." Archer shook his head, his voice grating like sandpaper.

His shirt was a mess, his back already soaked with sweat, sticking uncomfortably to his skin, but the restraint in his eyes was almost palpable.

He wanted her, wanted her madly.

But he knew he was drugged, and he didn't want to hurt her...

Virginia leaned against the console table, unmoving for a long time.

His warmth still lingered on her lips.

She closed her eyes, her voice much calmer than she expected.

"Go take a cold shower."

Archer said no more, turned, and stumbled toward the bathroom.

He leaned against the tiled wall with his eyes closed, his head lowered, his shoulders trembling slightly.

His clothes were completely soaked, clinging to him and outlining his lean, powerful muscles.

Virginia looked away and turned off the showerhead.

The bathroom fell silent.

He looked up at her, his wet hair plastered to his forehead, drops of water sliding down his hair, eyelashes, and jawline.

"...How do you feel?" She crouched down and pressed the back of her hand against his forehead—freezing.

Archer's gaze was deep as he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Virginia." He swallowed hard.

"..."

"You care about me," he said hoarsely, his thumb gently brushing against the smooth skin of her inner wrist. "Your heart is beating fast."

Her ears turned red, and she quickly pulled her hand back and stood up. "I, I'll go find you some clean clothes."