But now, beneath the shyness, there's an overwhelming longing to be close to him.
Days went by without seeing each other, and she truly missed him.
With his return, her heart found solace.
With him here, she felt grounded, safe, and secure.
Dylan's kiss started gently and tenderly, like the soft spring breeze, gradually enveloping her, but eventually, it grew intense and fierce, Nell Harris couldn't keep up with his pace, her whole being was led by him, completely wrapped up by him.
She felt as though she was being devoured by him, bite by bite, yet she wasn't afraid of this feeling, more so embarrassed, with a hint of something indescribable.
Nell Harris found herself on the table, not knowing when Dylan Young had carried her there, her legs weakly wrapped around his waist, the nightgown rolled up to the waist, tangled there, their posture so intimate it ignited a flame.
Dylan's kisses were merciless, only when she struggled to breathe did he let her go.
