Chapter200 Using Her Body as Clifton's Antidote
The man's hoarse plea burned into Miranda's heart.
The shocking heat radiated through the thin fabric, making her instantly panic.
He'd been drugged.
No wonder his face was so flushed. All her earlier grievances vanished in that moment.
"Just hold on!" Miranda's voice was urgent as she reached out to wrap her arms around his burning back, supporting his swaying body. "I'll get you to the bedroom and call the family doctor right away!"
Ten minutes later, in the master bedroom.
The air was thick with an unsettling, feverish heat.
The family doctor finished examining Clifton and stood up with a grave expression, turning to the anxious Miranda.
"Ma'am, the drug your husband has been given is extremely potent." The doctor adjusted his glasses, his tone serious. "It's a new compound not available on the market. Even if we inject a sedative immediately, it will likely cause irreversible damage to his nervous system and leave lasting side effects."
Miranda's heart sank. "Then what do we do? Isn't there any other way?"
The doctor glanced at Clifton on the bed, struggling to maintain control with every muscle tensed, then hesitated before telling the truth. "The only solution is to relieve it through intercourse. It's the most direct method and the only one without side effects."
Intercourse...
Miranda's face flushed crimson, her heartbeat thundering.
On the bed, Clifton heard the doctor's words and lifted his bloodshot eyes.
Fighting the burning heat coursing through his body, he forced the words through gritted teeth. "Give me the sedative! Increase the dosage!"
"No!" The doctor immediately refused. "Sir, a higher dose will cause even more severe side effects! You could very likely lose all function in that regard permanently!"
But Clifton seemed not to hear, his knuckles white as he gripped the sheets, each word brooking no argument. "Do as I say!"
It wasn't that he couldn't find a woman for relief. Miranda was his wife in name. She was the most suitable choice.
But somehow, Clifton didn't want to be with her while he was this out of control.
He didn't even realize it himself, but deep down, he wanted Miranda's willingness, not to force her into this as some kind of "antidote."
The family doctor looked helplessly at Miranda. Seeing Clifton's firm attitude, he could only sigh and turn to open his medical kit.
"Wait!"
Just as the doctor reached for the kit, Miranda's voice rang out.
She strode forward and pressed her hand firmly on the white medical case.
"You can leave." Miranda's voice was quiet but clear and resolute. "We don't need you anymore."
The doctor froze, looking up at her.
Miranda didn't explain further, simply repeated, "Leave."
After the family doctor left, the bedroom door clicked softly shut.
Inside the room, only the man's heavy, labored breathing remained.
Miranda turned around and her heart skipped a beat.
Clifton had already stood up and was walking toward her.
Those crimson eyes swirled with rolling desire and agonized struggle, like a caged beast about to break free of all restraints.
Miranda watched him struggling to hold back, feeling a sharp pain in her chest.
She quickly stepped forward, about to say something, but Clifton spoke first.
"Are you sure about this?" His calloused fingertips traced her red lips.
His voice was terribly hoarse yet dangerously seductive.
Miranda didn't dodge, meeting those eyes that seemed ready to devour her, her own filled with sincerity and heartache.
She nodded firmly.
"I'm sure."
The moment he heard her confirmation, the thread of rationality in Clifton's mind snapped.
He reached out with his long arms and effortlessly swept Miranda up in a horizontal carry, striding toward the large bed.
Miranda gasped, her hands instinctively wrapping around the man's neck.
The next second, Clifton laid her on the soft mattress, then his scorching body pressed down over hers.
"Mm..."
His burning breath showered her neck and ear, sending shivers through her.
Clifton lowered his head, his hot lips nearly touching hers, his voice burning like fire. "You still have a chance to back out now."
He paused, the desire in his eyes frighteningly intense.
"Once we start, begging won't help you."
Miranda didn't speak.
But she slowly raised her arms, and those slender limbs actively wrapping around Clifton's neck was the best answer.
That gesture completely ignited Clifton.
He felt every cell in his body screaming madly, demanding he completely possess and merge with the woman beneath him.
Still, he didn't forget his current state.
If he entered directly, he would definitely hurt her.
Clifton forcibly suppressed the rampaging desire. One hand gently cushioned the back of Miranda's head while the other, slightly rough, caressed her back through her clothes, gradually moving lower...
Then a kiss filled with aggressive intensity crashed down.
"Mm!"
Miranda trembled. The man's kiss was urgent and domineering, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
He could clearly feel the trembling and inexperience of the woman in his arms, yet he kissed her more urgently, more deeply.
The heat in the room climbed higher. Clothing was roughly stripped away and scattered across the floor.
Only when the woman beneath him had completely melted in his burning embrace did Clifton align himself with that softness and, with a satisfied sigh, finally enter.
This night was exceptionally long.
Outside the window, snow had begun to fall at some point, delicate flakes silently landing on the windowsill, wrapping the entire world in a layer of quiet silver white.
But inside the bedroom, in stark contrast to the cold outside, the air was thick with heat.
Miranda lay weakly on the bed, sweat-dampened strands of hair messily stuck to her cheeks. She didn't even have the strength to move a finger.
Behind her, that scorching body covered hers once more.
Clifton's broad shoulders cast an intensely oppressive shadow over her.
Miranda's body instinctively shifted, a murmur escaping her lips, her voice slightly hoarse. "Clifton... no more..."
The man's hot breath fell on the back of her neck. He reached out with powerful hands, gripping her slender waist and pulling her tighter against himself.
"Be good..."
His voice, saturated with desire, was husky and sensual, almost hypnotic.
"This time, I'll make you feel even better than before."
"Don't refuse me."
The position from behind gave the man ultimate satisfaction, and Miranda indeed, as he'd promised, experienced that unprecedented, utterly intoxicating pleasure in the almost suffocating ecstasy.