Deep love: insatiable lover

When the soft lips touched, the sweet taste burst in her mouth and her heart suddenly pounded violently.

At that moment, Dylan suddenly tasted the foul flavour.

It turns out that, after a long absence, I missed the taste of Vanessa very much. I missed her kisses, her soft lips and the heady nectar in her mouth. So soft and sweet, one couldn’t wait to kiss for the rest of one’s life.

-Baby, you’re a mermaid.

The siren who seduced his heart and soul and made him irresistible.

Vanessa was undeterred and tried to fight back. She didn’t want to let Dylan get what he wanted, but her strength wasn’t as strong as the others.

At the feel of his large hands groping ambiguously at her bottom, and not exactly fanning the flames along her waist, Vanessa’s face was instantly tinged a scarlet red. She gritted her teeth hard to keep from uttering a sweet sound.

-Honey, this stoic look on your face makes me want to push a little harder, push so hard that you lose yourself and have to sink into it. I’d love to see you moan with intent in my arms, it must be beautiful.

Dylan chuckled softly as he moved closer, his thin lips pressed against Vanessa’s ear as he spoke provocative and erotic words.

Shameful!

Vanessa tried to hypnotise herself, to pretend she hadn’t heard anything, not to respond, let alone think about it.

Dylan easily found the zip of the long dress and deftly unbuttoned it, his beating hand reaching straight in and kneading Vanessa’s soft, delicate skin.

He left sweet, creamy kisses on the side of her neck, grinding and gnashing with his teeth as if on purpose.

-Bastard.

-Honey, are you finally ready to talk?

Dylan laughed softly, with amusement and mischief in his eyes.

Yes, he did it on purpose.

Vanessa looked at him in exasperation, but there was nothing she could do about it.

-It’s beautiful. That dress suits you and it seems to make it even more exciting. Baby, I’m going to start eating you.

As Dylan spoke, his fingers slid downwards, from her waist to her thighs and then her inner thighs…. skillfully and erotically teasing her, igniting Vanessa’s arousal.

As if thrown into boiling lava, the heat was maddening.

Vanessa’s hands couldn’t help but clutch at Dylan’s sleeves like a fragile child. Her legs were weak and exhausted, and if it hadn’t been for the strong arms of the man holding her, she would have slid to the ground.

-It’s comfortable, isn’t it? Baby, tell me how you like it.

Dylan’s compelling voice pressed against Vanessa’s ear and she almost lost it. Fingernails dug hard into her palm and the stinging made Vanessa come to her senses, and she looked up at him defiantly.

-Mr Dylan, it seems your skills have diminished.

-It’s OK, we can practise more and soon the skills will improve again.

Dylan chuckled lightly, not taking Vanessa’s deliberate teasing at face value. It was like having a pet that occasionally showed its sharp claws, but so what? It was his own pet, so even if it did show its claws, it was just for fun.

There was nothing to worry about.

Vanessa saw that look in Dylan’s eyes, as if they were all pets, and a pang of sadness came over her.

He hadn’t kept his heart after all, but fortunately the fall hadn’t been deep. So, although it was painful now, he was confident that he would come out of it sooner or later.

And the best way to do that was to witness how Dylan played and humbled himself over and over again.

Vanessa closed her eyes and said nothing more, being exceptionally submissive.

-Honey, you did very well, he will reward you later.

Dylan chuckled softly and his voice grew husky. He lifted her skirt, pinched her waist and stepped softly inside.

Cuddles and consideration.

-It’s really the most comfortable here, I can’t bear to go out.

Vanessa tried to ignore Dylan’s words that made her blush as she hypnotised herself into thinking that food and sex were the same thing. She was a grown woman, of course she had physical needs. Now that someone was offering to serve her, she simply enjoyed it.

There was no need to be psychologically overwhelmed.

Dylan let himself free as he cupped Vanessa’s chin and kissed her fiercely and relentlessly.

It wasn’t until there was little oxygen left in her chest that Dylan finally let go of the man. He hugged her tightly, leaving a kiss on her forehead, her nose, her lips.

Afterwards, Dylan cleaned up Vanessa’s remains and smoothed her dress himself.

Because of the length of the kiss, Vanessa’s lips were glossy and lush, like ripe fruit, tempting Dylan to kiss them again against all odds.

-Now that Mr Dylan’s physical needs have been relieved, I can go, can’t I?

Vanessa gave Dylan a cold, mocking look.

His sarcasm and derision made the warmth disappear, and Dylan felt slightly offended, the smile at the corners of his lips instantly cooled, intermingled with the frost.

-Do you want to become my cathartic tool so badly?

-What is the difference?

Vanessa pursed her lips teasingly.

Dylan laughed angrily:

-So, the next time I need something, you’ll be the first to show up. So that I can… -He leaned in, his thin lips pressed against Vanessa’s ear, as if to say something sweet, but the actual words were full of mockery, wrapped with a sharp knife-edge, “Let off steam.

It wasn’t until he was gone for a long time that Vanessa came to her senses.

He quickly tidied his clothes and made sure nothing was out of the ordinary before rushing off.

-Dylan, where have you been for so long? -asked Brisa with a pout and a grumble as she looked at Dylan, who had arrived late.

-What, it’s no fun having Mateo with you?

-I don’t want Mateo to keep me company, I want you to keep me company! It’s obvious it’s your date, but you ditch me as soon as you get there. I’m pissed off.

-Well, it’s my fault.

Dylan was in a good mood because he had just eaten Vanessa. Even when Brisa was being unreasonable, he was very good-natured and patiently cajoled her.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

-Then you’ll be with me all the time from now on.

Brisa put her arms around him and pouted.

-Yes,” Dylan let Breeze hold his arm, but out of the corner of his eye he looked for something in the crowd.

A smirk quickly appeared under his eyes as he looked at Vanessa, who appeared to be calm.

Brisa happened to turn her head to speak to Dylan and followed his line of sight.

Her eyes lingered on Vanessa’s red, swollen lips, and thinking about how you had just left, the two of you who had appeared one after the other, it would have been hard for Barisa not to know what had happened to you.