Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 143: Kissing the Waist

Natalie Vaughn kept slightly leaning forward, the posture itself was already uncomfortable, and the dress was a bit tight for her, causing her to feel tired after standing for just a short while.

Seeing Zane Thorne unmoving, she turned her head about to ask if he couldn’t find the zipper, only to meet his eyes filled with deep desire.

Her heart trembled slightly.

That look in Zane Thorne’s eyes seemed as if he wanted to devour her.

Natalie Vaughn’s voice trembled.

"If you can’t do it, I’ll just do it myself."

As she was about to straighten up, the man reacted swiftly, reaching out to scoop up her waist. Apparently, he didn’t use much force, but Natalie Vaughn felt she was already confined by him.

In the meantime, Zane Thorne had already taken off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. His now exposed upper arms, which tensed with slight exertion, revealed beautiful and firm muscle lines, along with the same blue veins on the back of his hands, and it was all too sexy.

Natalie Vaughn just glanced briefly and dared not look longer.

For her, Zane Thorne’s hormones were too intense, she feared that if she kept looking, she might do something impulsive.

"Let me."

The man locked Natalie Vaughn in his embrace, his body was very warm, and she felt as if her waist was about to burn.

"You...you need to let go of me first, how can you pull with one hand?"

Zane Thorne, however, continued to hold her waist, while with his other hand, he first gathered Natalie Vaughn’s hair that was scattered on her back to the front.

His rough fingers didn’t deliberately maintain distance, occasionally brushing against the skin on Natalie Vaughn’s back.

The room’s heating hadn’t kicked in yet, and with much of her back exposed, Natalie Vaughn felt a bit cold.

Whenever Zane Thorne’s hot fingers occasionally landed on her back, a tingling sensation spread swiftly throughout her body from the spot his fingers touched.

Natalie Vaughn wanted to dodge, but she couldn’t, as Zane Thorne held her tightly.

She could only open her mouth, breathing slightly, and then had to bite her lip to stifle it.

Zane Thorne seemed enamored, his hand gently caressing the skin at the nape of her neck, feeling its fine smoothness, then slowly moving downward.

He wasn’t really touching, keeping a tiny distance between his palm and Natalie Vaughn, but this almost-not-touching feeling was lethal.

Natalie Vaughn couldn’t help but squirm, trying to escape, and her body trembled slightly, all of which Zane Thorne ignored. He seemed to admire Natalie Vaughn’s beautiful back as if appreciating the finest Hetian jade.

Just when she was about to lose consciousness from his torment, she seemed to hear Zane Thorne sigh softly, and the hand that dictated her body’s sensations finally left her back.

As she breathed a sigh of relief thinking it was over, something warm and soft suddenly pressed against the protruding spine at the back of her neck.

Natalie Vaughn inhaled sharply, tilting her head back almost instantly.

A beautiful swan bathing in sunlight lifts its neck proudly in the water.

Zane Thorne was kissing her back.

Not just once, he lingered for a few seconds, after which kisses began to fall one after another in various spots.

The warmth combined with his hot breaths, Natalie Vaughn only felt she was in a raging inferno, bearing the primal desires of the body.

It was about to destroy her will.

In a daze, she seemed to hear Zane Thorne exclaim.

"So beautiful."

Natalie Vaughn blinked, physiological tears soaking her lashes, she tried hard to pull herself together, wanting to speak to stop him, but before she could even open her mouth...

Zane Thorne had kissed upon the hollow of her waist.

Natalie Vaughn shuddered from the stimulus, and then completely collapsed into Zane Thorne’s arms.

She had a hint of a sob in her voice.

"Stop teasing me."

Zane Thorne truly stopped, but his forehead still rested against Natalie Vaughn’s back. The two of them paused for quite a while before Zane Thorne lifted his head, and Natalie Vaughn couldn’t help but complain.

"Should’ve known not to ask for your help."

Zane Thorne chuckled lowly.

"You’re beautiful."

"I know, right? You’re lucky to marry me, it’s like finding a treasure."

Zane Thorne acknowledged.

Indeed, he found a treasure.

Oddly enough, the zipper that Natalie Vaughn couldn’t pull up no matter how hard she tried before, was easily zipped up by Zane Thorne.

It was surprisingly smooth.

Natalie Vaughn turned her head, frowning in bewilderment.

"How come you do it so effortlessly?"

Zane Thorne simply raised an eyebrow without speaking, his gaze full of meaning.

Natalie Vaughn was taken aback.

"You don’t think I did it on purpose, do you?"

Zane Thorne withdrew his hand, walked a few steps to pour himself a glass of wine, and drank it in one go. Natalie Vaughn watched his series of movements flow like water, along with his chiseled facial features and sexy Adam’s apple as he lifted his head, unconsciously swallowing her own throat.

She felt thirsty too.

"Even if it was intentional, it doesn’t matter."

Perhaps entranced by his beauty, Natalie Vaughn was momentarily dazed hearing this and didn’t grasp Zane Thorne’s meaning. Her mind was occupied with thoughts of how Zane Thorne could be so handsome, so sexy, so appealing.

He was the embodiment of hormones.

Natalie Vaughn’s gaze was too intense, and Zane Thorne curved his lips, looking at her with great interest, arms crossed over his chest, asking.

"Did you do it on purpose, hmm?"

His voice, deepened and roughened by desire, made Natalie Vaughn marvel again.

How could someone be so perfect, even his voice was so sexy.

It wasn’t until she met Zane Thorne’s playful eyes that Natalie Vaughn snapped back to reality.

"I didn’t do it on purpose."

Natalie Vaughn frowned, glaring fiercely at Zane Thorne.

But in the man’s eyes, this look in Natalie Vaughn wasn’t threatening at all; instead, it was lively and adorable. A vivid beauty wearing this iris dress, shining like the starry sky.

Zane Thorne suppressed his inner heat and restlessness, taking out his phone to capture a burst of shots of Natalie Vaughn. Natalie Vaughn hadn’t reacted at all, her face still showing the look of scolding Zane Thorne, unadorned, with a natural blush and messy hair.

Like a celestial beauty fallen to the mortal world.

Natalie Vaughn grew exasperated.

"You should’ve told me in advance."

She needed to pose and arrange her expression properly.

After speaking, she moved forward to grab Zane Thorne’s phone to delete the photos he just took.

The man, however, retreated step by step, his fingers never halting the shutter.

The result was that Zane Thorne’s phone album suddenly had dozens, if not hundreds, of Natalie Vaughn’s photos.

Finally, worried Natalie Vaughn might fall, Zane Thorne stopped and grabbed her arm.

"You look good, whatever you do, you look great."

Natalie Vaughn glared at him once again.

"Give me the phone."

"No."

Natalie Vaughn, in anger, lifted her leg to kick Zane Thorne, but constrained by the dress, could only switch to stepping on his foot. Yet Zane Thorne hadn’t changed his shoes, while she, for ease of dress changing, was barefoot.

That step hurt Natalie Vaughn’s foot, making her frown.