Chapter 207 Sweet
Her incessant chatter was abruptly silenced as Francis captured her lips, biting down hard before releasing them.
Harper touched her lips.
They weren't broken but still swollen.
Her lips, now a deep red, looked even more enticing.
"What are you doing?" Her voice, softened by the lingering effects of alcohol, sounded more like a playful whine than anger.
To keep from falling, she placed her hands on Francis's waist, making her look even more endearing.
She asked again, "How did you sneak out of the hospital? Did the doctor say you can leave?"
Francis squinted and said, "You left me alone in the hospital to have dinner with others and got drunk. How could you?"
"They're just my colleagues," Harper retorted.
He pinched her small nose and snorted, "If I didn't come to find you, you'd run off with that man."
"I wouldn't." She hiccuped, the fruity sweetness of the alcohol mixed with a faint hint of milk.
Startled, Harper covered her mouth. Her ingrained manners made her embarrassed to hiccup in front of others; it was very unladylike.
"Sorry," she mumbled softly through her fingers.
Francis let out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating with pleasure.
How could a girl become so cute and sweet after just a little bit of alcohol?
He took her hand away, his voice still tinged with laughter as he said, "It's okay. But from now on, you can't drink when I'm not around."
Francis's voice was slow, warning her.
He couldn't stand the thought of anyone else seeing her like this.
Harper pouted, dissatisfied. "You're so bossy, just like a man I know."
Francis's long, elegant fingers grasped her chin, his thumb brushing her soft lips as he asked hoarsely, "Who is it?"
"A man who looks as good as you but is a jerk," Harper complained.
Her head felt heavy, and she instinctively leaned into his chest, but Francis wouldn't let her, holding her chin and pressing for answers.
"How is he a jerk? Tell me."
"Just... just..." Harper's eyes reddened, and after stammering for a while, she said, aggrieved, "I don't want to say."
Francis cupped her face, coaxing softly, "All right, you don't have to say. Let's do something fun, okay?"
"Fun?" Harper's mind was foggy. She poked his chest and asked, "Can you even do it?"
She was still thinking about Francis's wound.
But to a man, her words were a challenge to his pride.
Francis's eyes darkened, and he slipped his long finger into her mouth. "You can find out yourself."
Harper curiously licked his finger, mumbling, "Salty."
"Is that so?" Francis's eyes were like a beast lurking in the dark, deep and unfathomable.
Then, he withdrew his wet finger, cupped the back of her head with one hand, and kissed her deeply.
The driver caught a glimpse of Harper straddling Francis's lap in the rearview mirror, their intimate posture both provocative and stimulating.
Startled, he quickly raised the partition.
Immediately, Harper was pressed against the partition, her pink lips captured by Francis, who traced them with his tongue.
Desiring more, he pressed his tongue against her lips, sliding into her mouth.
His skilled kisses engulfed her, sucking on her lips passionately. Harper's mouth was swiftly taken over by the intensity of his technique. A heat surged through her, a blend of warmth and pleasure igniting within her mouth like a blazing fire.
An unfamiliar, tantalizing sensation teased her, urging Harper to wrap herself around him.
But Francis suddenly changed his mind, releasing her swollen, abused lips.
"Do you want more?" Francis's voice was deep, his eyes intensely focused on her.
With her mouth suddenly empty, Harper, flushed and breathless, felt so uncomfortable she wanted to cry. "Don't."
Harper wanted to tell him not to stop, but her mind was muddled, and her body weak.
Francis's eyes darkened, and he poked her hard. "No?"
"You're bullying me."
Harper's eyes reddened, on the verge of tears.
She felt he was being too mean, stopping the kiss at a critical moment.
The next second, Francis lowered his head and captured her lips again, prying her mouth open with more force than before.
The electric-like pleasure returned.
With her head held in place, he looked calm and composed, but his body was burning hot.
His broad tongue invaded her mouth, stirring forcefully, sucking on hers, and venting his desire.
Harper went limp from the kiss, her tongue numb.
Her breath, her voice, everything was taken over by the man.
Her mouth was filled with his presence, her lips slightly parted, her body trembling in his arms.
Despite her body's resistance, she loved the feeling of being entwined with him.
She even took the initiative to extend her tongue, licking him, mimicking his actions, tangling her tongue with his.
Her clumsy yet exploratory kiss made Francis's eyes darken further, like a wolf starved for a long time.
He stopped, his thumb gently brushing her slightly parted lips, his voice hoarse as he said, "Is it okay if I take you here in the car?"
Harper's eyes were hazy. She felt like she was falling from a great height, overwhelmed by a sense of weightlessness.
She felt particularly uncomfortable.
When Francis's slightly rough thumb touched her lips, she couldn't speak. Without thinking, she opened her mouth and took half of his finger in.
Francis was momentarily dazed and couldn't help but let out a low groan.
He watched as his finger was enveloped by her warm, soft tongue, feeling like it was soaking in a hot spring.
At this moment, any man would want to make love to her.
Francis's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "You asked for it."
He intensified his kiss, slipping his hand into her white lace panties and vigorously rubbing her clitoris. Listening to Harper's soft moans, his eyes filled with even more desire. He quickly removed his panties, revealing his already erect genitalia.
Harper, dazed from the kiss, glanced at his soldier, her face instantly turning red. She tried to look away, but he didn't give her the chance. He held her head, pressing it down, his husky voice breaking the silence in the car as he said under his breath, "Help me, okay, baby?"
Harper was forced to bend down. Under Francis's coaxing, she extended her tongue and took his thing into her mouth, clumsily giving him a blowjob.
Her tongue was so warm and so wet as she gently moved, making him almost ejaculate.
Finally, he let out a muffled groan, lifted Harper up, spread open her long legs, and sat her on his lap. He quickly removed her panties and thrust his thing into her vagina. He started increasing the intensity of his thrusts.
The car sped through the night, the sounds of the man's groans and the woman's moans muffled by the windows. The driver in the front seat remained expressionless as if nothing was happening.
Soon, the car arrived at the hospital's VIP parking lot.
Francis reminded her, "We're here."
Harper, her face flushed, was too exhausted to speak.
Seeing the blush on her face, Francis couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.
He freed one hand to open the door, coaxing her softly, "I'll make you happy all night, okay?"
Before Harper could respond, he had already carried her out.
"Ah!"
She exclaimed, clinging tightly to him, "How can you come out like this? My clothes are still in the car."
"I'll get them for you tomorrow."
A cool breeze blew up from her feet.
Harper was terrified, clinging to him like a kangaroo.
Francis lowered his eyes, calmly pulling his coat down to cover her up, "Don't worry. No one will see."
The VIP parking lot elevator allowed one car at a time to ensure privacy.
The ward was on the twelfth floor, and he was the only patient on that floor.
The elevator ascended slowly, making the few minutes feel especially long and torturous for Harper.
Suddenly, the elevator stopped on the eighth floor.
The doors opened.
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