CHAPTER 30

“How come you're smiling like that?”

“I love seeing all of you flushed. It makes me wonder where Dylan's self-assurance went.”

“You think it's easy for a young hot-blooded man like me to feel nothing while staring at the nakedness of the woman I love to death.”

“Y… you lustful child! Take me back to my room,” she exclaimed with a flushed face.

He had no idea where the strength came from, but he scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to her room. Her tiny hands were tightly wrapped around his neck, the front of her robe slightly open, revealing her cleavage.

He didn't care what the maids or guards thought of him; all that mattered was getting her back to her room. The maid opened the door, and he entered, slowly placing her on the bed. He couldn't move but kept staring at her pink lips, which were slightly open as if they were expecting something from him.

Violet closed her eyes as the side of his nose brushed against the side of hers. Dylan's lips brushed against hers, just a little.

“I want you Violet so badly that I can't keep waiting,” he said, not giving her time to respond as his hungry lips pressed against hers.

He was claiming that mouth, the mouth he had been fantasizing about kissing for a long time. His hand ran through her hair and clenched down to keep her in place.

There was no way out; he would accept any punishment later, but not now. As they kissed, his other hand removed her robe, revealing her lush body. Dylan's hand tightened its grip on her hair, holding her firmly in place as the kiss ended.

“I can smell you”! he exclaimed as he took a sniff in the air. Her delicious scent was all over the place, driving him crazy with need.

Violet gasped and reached up, running a hand across the back of his head, and drawing him down against her so they could kiss again. She desperately wanted this, and he just came at the right time.

Maybe it was because she had never done anything like this before after that incident, but she became greedy for Dylan's lips, and he indulged her. But it wasn't just her lips that the child craved. He wanted all of her.

His free hand met the exposed skin of her thigh and began to slide upward. Violet couldn't continue the kiss because the flat of his palm felt cool against her hot body, and the sensation made her squirm and twist.

“Dylan,” she exhaled, feeling dizzy.

“Violet, tell me what you want. I'll make it as if it's your first time, and I'll give you the ultimate pleasure.”

“Make love to me,” she said softly, her voice sounding coquettish and lustful.

Dylan stripped off the rest of her gown, leaving her naked and vulnerable. He started kissing her neck, his hands trailing all over her naked skin. Slowly, he brought his kisses back up to her lips, one by one.

He came to a halt at the corner of her lips, and she closed her eyes, expecting an impact. Dylan then left her hanging before slamming his lips against hers as she moaned into his mouth.

He kissed her lips and trailed kisses down, all the way to her inner thigh. He gradually climbed higher and higher, his hands squeezing and massaging her small breasts.

He got his lips so close to her womanhood, but then he moved to her other leg and started over. She moaned with anticipation as she noticed him smiling. She was going to severely punish him for teasing her once this was over.

He returned to her breasts and sucked them until they became difficult for him. She moaned with delight. He left her lips and trailed kisses down her neck, breasts, and stomach until he was just above her womanhood.


He smiled up at her and kissed her again until he reached between her thighs and slid his tongue straight through.

She squealed with delight, "Oh Dylan!" she exclaimed.

Dylan inserted his fingers inside and completely satisfied her. He went on and on, inserting another finger inside her while flicking her bud with his tongue.

“I really enjoy it when you act like that. Tonight, I will make you mine, and no other man will be able to touch you,” he says as he unzips his pants.

He licked her again and inserted her. For a moment, she was unable to breathe. How can such a young man be so massive? Was he attempting to tarnish her pre-existing image of men?

He didn't seem to mind as he began to thrust in her faster and harder. She yelled in response to his unexpected action, which drew his attention. He remained deep within her and slowly drew out. She felt empty after he left, but he slammed himself back in with a groan, and she screamed.

They would have witnessed this disorderly scene if it hadn't been for the fact that the maids were not permitted to enter without permission.

She gripped the sheets so tightly and she screamed in delight, "damn Dylan!"

He came to a halt and flipped her over after a few more thrusts. He rested one of her legs on his shoulder and left the other on the other side of the bed. He stepped in front of her womanhood and took his time.

He slowly penetrated her once he was inside. Slow but profound. He was watching her nipples bounce up and down as he gradually penetrated her faster. This was not how she felt when those men were raping her twenty years ago. She desired more from Dylan.

“Faster!” she yelled, and he accelerated dramatically.

She couldn't take it anymore. It didn't take her long because she climaxed, and he groaned simultaneously. Because no protection was used, his sperm was all over her womanhood.

He stood up and looked at the time, saying, "I'm afraid our kids will come and see us naked if I don't dress you now. And I'm sure Mommy wouldn't approve.”

“I'm unable to move.”

“Wait here, I'll be back in a second,” Dylan said as she dashed to her bathroom, grabbed a wet towel, and returned to her bedroom.

Before putting on his clothes, he wiped her down, helped her up, and dressed her in something light and simple.