Deep love: insatiable lover

-The solid door kicked open, showing the force Dylan had used.

-Who?

The men who were inside committing acts of violence were startled and became alert, and before they could do anything they were surrounded by Matthew with his men. They were all Dylan’s men and naturally they did not even dare to look at the people in the bed when they entered, their eyes were only on those who were to be arrested.

Only Mateo swept the direction of the bed with the corner of his eye, to see Vanessa’s blood-stained ankle.

Because Dylan had gone ahead and taken off his own suit jacket to cover Vanessa’s naked body.

-All out.

He said without looking back, his voice so calm that even Mateo couldn’t guess what Dylan was thinking at that moment.

But his instinct told him that he had to go out with his people if he wanted to stay alive.

So the group left without saying a word, and Mateo closed the door thoughtfully.

Dylan was half kneeling on the bed and leaning over to look at Vanessa.

-Vanessa.

For the first time he called her by her name, really, and not a playful, teasing lemon baby. The person on the bed was unresponsive, wide-eyed but unfocused.

There was a void, as if nothing could be heard or seen.

Seeing Vanessa like this, Dylan’s heart felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing it so hard that it hurt as if it would explode.

I had never imagined that I would ever have a moment of anguish over someone.

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Dylan leaned down, came face to face with Vanessa and spoke in a soft voice.

The low pressure of the cold in his body was instantly replaced by warmth and tenderness, like a lake instantly melting ice, overflowing with gentle waves.

-Honey, that’s enough,” said Dylan.

He leaned over and gently embraced Vanessa, whose body was still physically desperate, even though she had shut down her sense of self. As she felt Dylan’s touch, her body, already holding back to the limit, frantically expressed her desire.

-Hmm.

Vanessa finally made a sound, but it was a sweet wooing sound.

His conscience didn’t know what he was doing, he just mumbled instinctively.

-It’s very hot. Mmm… so uncomfortable.

Her small face was flushed and her hair was damp with sweat, clinging to her cheeks, making her look even more vulnerable and seductive. Beads of sweat continued to slide seductively down her pale body.

Dylan reached out and gently stroked her hair, his fingers touching her cheek.

With a hint of pity.

He moved closer and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

The gentle touch on her lips brought Vanessa back to some of her distant consciousness, and she instinctively pressed her lips together, not giving the other woman a chance to go deeper, and the struggle and pain began to show on her rapt face.

-Well… fuck off and don’t touch me.

-Ah… hot, so hot.

Vanessa felt as if she was split in two, one half struggling to maintain her sanity, the other half manipulated by the effects of the drug and longing to be touched and filled. So the struggle and contradiction between the two emotions was written all over her face.

She couldn’t help but turn red-eyed and cry bitterly like a wronged child.

Dylan felt his heart breaking.

He rushed to embrace Vanessa and gently stroked her back, reassuring her:

-It’s all right, it’s me, Dylan. Vanessa, open your eyes and see clearly. It’s me, Dylan.

-I’m your man, not someone else, remember?

-Good girl, open your eyes and see clearly. It’s me, I’m your man.

Dylan’s mouth turned over and over, using all the patience of his life to calm a frightened and delirious Vanessa in his arms.

Thanks to her tireless efforts, Vanessa finally responded.

He opened his eyes and his dazed gaze fell on Dylan, staring at his face for a long, long time, as if to confirm something.

-Dylan?

-It’s me.

Dylan’s eyes filled with ecstasy as he hugged Vanessa gently, ecstatically. And Vanessa was finally sure that the man in front of her was really Dylan and that her crisis was over.

Instead of breathing a sigh of relief, she glared at Dylan with hateful eyes and reached over to bite him hard on the shoulder when he didn’t react.

-Uh.

Vanessa bit down hard, as if to let out all the fear and aggression she had endured.

I hated it very much.

Why Dylan! Why was he the one who came to her rescue! It was obvious that she would be caught because he was the culprit.

So close, so close that I was about to lose everything, about to lose the courage to live.

It was his fault!

Vanessa thought to herself, her mouth hardening as she bit down hard on Dylan’s shoulder.

He didn’t let go until he tasted the blood in her mouth, still biting down hard as if he wanted to take a piece of raw meat off her shoulder. And Dylan let go of his instinctive resistance, relaxing his muscles and letting Vanessa bite as much as she wanted.

It hurt even more, and there was not a hint of extra expression on his face.

Finally it was Vanessa who had no strength and whose body was weak from the control of the drug before she had to let go.

Even with no strength in her body and every cell screaming with longing, Vanessa continued to stubbornly stare at Dylan with hate-filled eyes.

It was as if they wanted to engrave her image in their hearts and hate her for the rest of their lives.

Dylan didn’t want to see Vanessa’s eyes like that, but he resisted the urge to cover them out of sheer weakness and guilt.

-It’s OK.

-Get out. I don’t want to see you.

It was so difficult, his body so strange.

Vanessa finished cursing and bit her lip hard. She was holding back, fighting the craving in her body. As hard as it would be to die, she wouldn’t want Dylan to touch her.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

-The medicine is so strong that it won’t help you even if you hold it in, unless you let it out. It is not good for your health to hold it in, you will have trouble.

Dylan frowned at Vanessa’s gesture of resistance, preferring to torture herself to endure rather than let herself be touched, and he felt bad. In the past, he wouldn’t have been able to care about her feelings.

If you want it, ask for it.

But now, he hesitates and stumbles.

-I don’t want him to… to see you. Get out.

Perhaps the resistance in his eyes was so strong that it provoked a tyranny in Dylan’s heart. Any doubt, any hesitation, disappeared. With a sudden, wicked smile, he took Vanessa’s chin and made her look up at him.

-Your body needs me.

When he finished, he reached to remove the suit jacket that covered her body. Fingers trailed down his face, landing on his collarbone, then his neck, and continuing down until he cupped the erect stamen.

-He needs me very much.

With that, Dylan lowered his head and sucked it.