Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 819

Seeing that the beautiful face of Amelia was slowly leaving him, Patrick wanted to pull her under his body, tore her apart, bit her, and devoured her...

"Alright!" After making sure that she had enough clothes, she then stopped kissing him.

When she straightened up, she wiped the corner of her mouth.

It was stained with saliva, which made her uncomfortable.

It was exactly this movement that made Patrick thoroughly annoyed. He suddenly raised his long arm, rolled Amelia onto the sofa, turned over, and suppressing her under his body.

Through her confused and flustered eyes, Patrick felt that he was being rejected and roughly tore off her collar!

The two silver buttons on Amelia's placket instantly fell to the ground following his violent movements...

Amelia came to her senses and shouted, "Ah! You... How dare you! You said that I can trade my kiss for my clothing!"

She pressed her hands on his chest with difficulty. Through a layer of clothing, she could still feel the swelling of his muscles and the burning of his skin. Sure enough... one should never trust a man's words.

Patrick's eyes were red with anger, and his mind was filled with pictures of Amelia wiping her lips. Did she feel disdain to kiss him so much?

Seeming to have lost his mind, he crumpled Amelia's dress into a ball. Just as Patrick was about to revel in the warmth of her body, he felt his temple tighten and was starting to get dizzy. In short, he

was not feeling very well...

He shook his head and wanted to shake off the tiredness caused by the sleepless night, but Amelia seemed to be aware of something. She looked at him with her tearful eyes, puzzled. "Are you... having a fever?"

Patrick grabbed her hand that was on his chest to feel the heat and pressed them on both sides of her head. Then he leaned down and glared at her, saying in a hoarse voice, "Even if I have a fever, it's more than enough to deal with you! Today, you can't escape..."

Although his expression was terrifying, the temperature of his body and his breath when he spoke was so hot that Amelia felt like her skin was 'on fire'.

She hurriedly said, "Stop messing around! Let me up Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

quickly, I'll call the doctor... Um!"

What Patrick hated most was when Amelia moved her seductive mouth in front of him but would not kiss him!

She had such a beautiful mouth, but she refused to kiss him. What a waste!

At the thought of this, Patrick took the initiative to give her a long and deep kiss. He intended to make the best use of it.

His burning lips were almost melting the soft and tender Amelia under him. Unlike the scorching heat on his body, her body temperature was just right or even a bit colder, which made him sighed comfortably.

Every time when this happened, Patrick could not stop thinking why Amelia was so soft and tender. He really wanted to devour her!

Amelia did not push him away because she knew that Patrick had a fever. Perhaps it was because of sympathy that she stayed still and allowed him to bully her.

But very soon, she realized that she could not be as calm as she had imagined.

It was because Patrick's kiss was too overbearing. Not only did he not give her enough time to breathe, but his chest also pressed tightly against her,

making her out of breath from time to time...

Not only that, those two palms that clamped over her hands were still restless. They were sweating as they rubbed against the palms of her hands...

Amelia was annoyed while enduring it. She counted the time inwardly. When it came to 'three, two, one', she would stop him no matter what.

But when the countdown to her action was approaching, Amelia sadly realized that she could not even make a cry. How could she stop him?

Hence, the kiss was carried out continuously in full swing.

Once Patrick became intimate with Amelia, he didn't care about time at all.

It was not until Patrick began to be deprived of oxygen that he suddenly realized that he seemed to have kissed this tender Amelia for a long time.

He lifted his head and saw that her lips were red and swollen. Coupled with the expression of grievance that was about to cry, she was absolutely stunning!

"So... should I let her go just like that?"

Shaking his head inwardly, Patrick was so greedy that he wanted to kiss somewhere else other than her soft and tender lips.

"Wait a minute!"

Amelia was so anxious. "Do you know that you have a fever? What you need now is rest!"

"What I need is..." The last word 'you' was swallowed by Patrick in time. He said seriously, "Whether I have a fever or not, I can still satisfy you!"

Oh man! That was why every man was said to be a s*x addict.

Amelia calmed down, stared at him and said "You just kissed me for at least two minutes. If these two minutes are converted into each kiss per second. I can almost remove all the things from Land of Fragrance!

You'd better stop. Otherwise, I will automatically take the Land of Fragrance as the last transaction item between us. Whether you touch me, kiss me or sleep with me directly, I will kick you out and let Huxton move in. We, master and servant, will be happy for the rest of our lives!"

Patrick's fiery gaze turned cold. "How dare you!"

Whether she chose to believe it or not, he would just burn this place down.

Amelia threw a few words at him, "You set the conditions yourself, and the rules are also decided by you. If you insist on asking for more, I can only charge more interest."

Patrick groaned heavily and then got up. Although it was a little hard to get up, he finally resisted the temptation.

Amelia lifted the corners of her mouth without being seen by him, but after a while, she could not bring herself to grin as she could see the firmness from Patrick's actions. He would not allow her to have a chance to help Huxton just for his own selfish desires!

Amelia sighed disappointedly and propped her body up from the sofa with two arms. Then she took out her phone and asked Patrick, who was standing with his back to her, "I'm going to ask Paisley to come over. What do you think?"

Patrick merely gave her a sidelong glance and remained unresponsive.

In fact, he subconsciously preferred Amelia to take care of him compared to a medical expert. As long as she was with him, he would probably get well soon without even having to take care of him.

Amelia saw that he was silent, so she took it as his consent. She then lowered her head and search for the name that had not been contacted for a long time in the address book, raised her thumb and clicked on it...

Paisley expressed great enthusiasm and curiosity about her phone call. She hoped that it was not due to either Amelia or Patrick was hurt that Amelia

contacted her.

Amelia was startled and suddenly thought of the time when Patrick had been stabbed because of her