Deep love: insatiable lover

-Dylan!

A figure lunged at Dylan and he frowned, dodging slightly to avoid it. To stop Brisa from approaching, he had to grab his wrist with one hand and secure the person.

-Dylan, what are you doing home so late? I’ve been waiting for you.

Brisa felt even more aggrieved that she had waited in the hall and that Dylan wouldn’t even let her get close. Brisa’s eyes turned red as she felt increasingly aggrieved and she looked at Dylan with pity.

-It’s late, why are you still awake?

Dylan continued to be affectionate and indulgent towards others, just as he had been in the past.

No response to Brisa’s questions, no anger at her complaints, as if her attitude would not change no matter what she did.

For Brisa, Dylan’s pampering and indulgence had always made her happy and filled her with pride and self-satisfaction. But now she had suddenly realised that when you really love someone, you can’t treat them the same way in every situation.

There are times when gentle cuddles are masked by indifference.

Naturally displeased, Brisa continued to lunge at Dylan’s arms, undeterred.

-I don’t care, it’s late and I’m waiting for Dylan to want to hug me. Besides, I’m going to sleep with Dylan tonight. We’re engaged, we’re openly married, of course we’re going to sleep together. And I’ve been an adult for a long time, Dylan you don’t have to worry about anything at all.

He could not wait to join Dylan now, as only a physical union would allow him to define their relationship.

Today, Brisa has decided to take the plunge.

Dylan, however, dismissed her as a child throwing a tantrum and did not take her determination seriously, but looked at her indulgently.

He reached up and rubbed her hair, coaxing her patiently: -Come on, it’s getting late, it’s time to rest. Be good, or tomorrow you’ll have no energy and dark circles under your eyes.

That said, Dylan didn’t even look at Brisa and strutted up the stairs.

Standing on the ground floor, staring at the tall fading figure, Brisa reluctantly clenched her hands.

He obviously said he meant it, so why didn’t Dylan take it seriously?

No, she and Dylan were engaged, why should she have to sleep in separate rooms! She had to prove to Dylan that she was a woman too and that they could do anything in intimacy.

As soon as Dylan sleeps with her, he stops treating her like a child and treats her like a real woman.

Yes, she was going to give herself to Dylan and now she was going to be Dylan’s wife.

Brisa clenches her fists, bites her lip hard and, with determination, plucks up the courage to climb Dylan, determined to get into Dylan’s bed in the belief that she will succeed.

Room.

Dylan curbed the heat on his forehead and his eyes showed a hint of impatience and annoyance.

Brisa’s behaviour had clearly gone beyond that, and it was something that made him uncomfortable and he didn’t like it. The impression was that she should always have been the arrogant and capricious little princess, spoiled by him but behaving well, not like now, always trying to control him.

If this continues, he will even consider taking his commitment seriously.

After a hurried shower, Dylan returned to his room and went to bed.

Late in the evening.

Brisa stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at her white, flawless body, fresh out of the shower. A delicate body, a fatal seduction between a young girl and a most irresistible woman.

Young with the fullness of maturity.

-Obviously in very good shape.

Brisa looked at herself in the mirror with fascination, her pale hands gently enveloping her transparent breasts. Just the right amount of pink everywhere, like beautiful cherry blossoms. The sight of her body would surely freeze any man’s blood, and no man could escape her temptation.

-I can’t believe this isn’t working.

He’s going to seduce Dylan!

Brisa smiled a delicate smile in front of the mirror and came out of the bathroom naked and wrapped in a thin bathrobe.

Brisa slipped away, as quietly as she could, but Dylan was alerted at first and quickly woke up.

He reached for the light, but Brisa had already pounced on him.

-Dylan, it’s me!

Brisa deftly lifted the sheets, removed the dressing gown she was wearing and snuggled into Dylan’s arms.

Pale, slender arms wrapped around Dylan’s neck, her full body pressed against his chest, her breasts bouncing up and down from her rapid breathing, providing the ultimate in seduction.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

-Dylan, you’ll have me.

Brisa gasped, reaching for Dylan’s lips in the darkness and kissing them with everything she had.

-Stop.

Despite the beauty of his arms, Dylan’s voice remained calm and collected, without the slightest hint of panic. It was a voice of loving indulgence, which was the last thing Brisa wanted to hear at that moment.

His eyes were full of shame and indignation, but his heart refused to give in more and more.

How can you back out at this point when you’ve already stood up and offered yourself to Dylan, begging him for a ride?

-No! Dylan, I want to be your wife. We are engaged, why don’t you accept me? Am I not beautiful? Do I have a bad body? Feel me, I’m a mature woman. You want me, I want to be with you.

Brisa grabbed Dylan’s hand and pulled it towards her body.

She twisted and gyrated like a madwoman, seducing the man beneath her. Her hands slipped into Dylan’s trousers when he was off guard, and Dylan grabbed her wrists just before she was about to touch them.

-Out.

Dylan’s voice turned cold, icy with shock.

-Not me!

Brisa gritted her teeth and made it a point not to back down.

He wouldn’t allow her to touch her, so she took it upon herself to take his body into her hands and mouth. She even fondled her breast, emitting sensual moans as she tried to make Dylan’s blood boil, to make him hold back.

-Dylan, I want you, will you give it to me?

-That’s enough!

Dylan’s tone was utterly cold as he lifted Brisa off her feet in one deft movement and rolled to sit up, grabbing the blankets and wrapping them around her naked body.

-Get out!

-I don’t want it!

Brisa pulled back the sheets, turned on the lamp on the bedside table and stood naked in front of Dylan.

-Dylan look closely, I’m a mature woman, my body is young and full, definitely better than that Vanessa’s body. I’m still the first time, clean and completely yours. I’m your fiancée, and that’s what we should do.

Brisa shouted excitedly, looking at Dylan with red, aggressive eyes.