Rosealba’s eyes twinked with tears. Finally, she was worthy—worthy of a man, and she didn't have to try, nor doubt it. She didn't have to doubt his love for her. She sniffed back, caressing his cheeks with her thumb and watching him twitch instinctively underneath her touch. Her eyes held onto his for some seconds longer. Time stretched and each second became an intoxicating mix of allure and fear. Drystan’s heart pounded so hard against his ear, curiosity, and anticipation evident in his eyes. “I am yours, Drystan. I will always and forever be.” In a low whisper, her voice dropped the shell into him. Drystan’s fist tightened and his tensed muscle relaxed, her reply—stripping him of every worry and replacing it with a sense of power— giving him total power and domination over her. His racing heart calmed, seconds after seconds till he didn't hear any of his breath In his ear again. His lips stretched and a genuine smile plastered his face. She was his woman! Officially his fianc
Rosealba’s breath hitched, catching in her throat. She stared at Drystan who’s head was currently buried between her thighs, and her skin prickled as he trailed soft and gentle kisses against her skin, coursing her to shiver. Drystan’s muscles pinched, and his jaws locked as he trailed gentle kisses against her inner thighs, loving the soft quiver of her body against his grip. The bream of his nose grazed her delicate skin, taking in the scent of her arousal, and… “Gosh…” Drystan puured In a low gentle growl, throwing his head backward and savoring her scent. “Such beautiful hole….You smell… you smell awesome, Sunshine. Like my favorite plate of breakfast lunch and dinner. Rosealba chuckled, loving the teasing effect of his words as they mingled with the effect of his actions.Her nipples twitched underneath the shelter of her cloth and she burned from within, eager to be greedily sucked. Drystan lowered his head again, kissing gently on her thighs while staring up at her express
Chapter 87. Rosealba chuckled. His words soothed her like the work of his hand against her boobs. Rosealba could barely believe she was this person. A lady who suddenly said nasty words without the fear of being judged. One who could finally be herself without the fear of discrimination.Drystan pinched on her nipples, sparing her a wink. “Loving my touch?”Rosealba body jerked. Convulsing. Her palm rested on the table and she threw her head backward as Dryatsn twitched her swollen nipples against his finger, loving every bit of her reaction. His cock kicked harder as he drank her naked body in. Hunger tightened at his abdomen. His hand moved to her neck and he grabbed it in a possessive hold, watching her tremble. “Do you know how crazy you are driving me?”“How can you be so relaxed sunshine, when I can barely think sanely in each second?” Rosealba's heart made a backflip, so quick and brisk she felt the consequences downing into her stomach in a sharp sensation. Jaws tighten
Chapter 88. Those were the last words he said before thrusting his mighty self into her slim tight self. “Arghhhhh!!” Rosealba screamed, arching and pressing into him. Her eyes watered as he filled her up, stretching her tight pussy.A low growl escaped Drystan’s lips. “Goodness.” He groaned throwing his head backward, but he didn't stop. Instead, he pulled himself halfway out of her pussy and slammed into her welcoming hole in one smooth slit again. “Yes!!!” Rosealba cried out loud, the sensations shooting right down to her toes and up to her belly. It was like being hit by a train… it was too fast and unexpected, sending her senses reeling as his full size penetrated her pussy.Drystan groaned, taking a minute to adjust to her tight self while kissing around her sweaty face. “You are so tight, sunshine... And so… so good.” The vein at the side of his neck twitched and he groaned, picking up his thrust, slow and steady at first. “Oh…” Rosealba moaned, feeling every drop of his
Chapter 89.Rosealba woke up the next morning, her body aching, her pussy sore from the relentless passion of the previous night. A low groan slipped past her lips as she stretched against the plush bed, her limbs weak yet sated. The silk sheets were cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat still lingering between her thighs.She reached for the other side of the bed, her fingers brushing against emptiness. Her brows knitted as she patted the space where Drystan should have been. A flicker of disappointment coiled in her chest. She swallowed hard and attempted to sit up, but the sharp ache between her legs reminded her exactly why her body felt so weak.“Monster,” she cursed in Polish, though the word lacked venom. Instead, a ghost of a smile danced on her lips as last night’s memories flooded her mind.The lavish rooftop restaurant in Florence, the candlelit ambiance casting golden hues over Drystan’s impossibly handsome features. The way he had gazed at her, the intensity
Chapter 90.Rosealba’s lips curled and she licked seductively on her lower lips, sparing him a teasing wink. Drystan’s muscle clenched and he stared hungrily at her. His voice, deep and husky, rumbled through the air like a thunder strike. “Nasty slut.”Rosealba winked, sticking her tongue out. The action sent a shiver across Drystan’s spine and he got on his feet immediately, yanking her up by the wrist and slamming her roughly against his body in one swift move. A soft gasp escaped her lips. She placed her finger on his bare chest, tapping her finger gently on his callused chest and letting him feel the electrifying effect while staring deep into his eyes. Drystan’s fist tightened and gritted. Their eyes darkened, and he stared at her at her for longer than two seconds, looking dangerously hot. “You do not want to cry? Do you?”Rosealba stared up at him, her lips curling into a deadly seductive smile. “Crying is inevitable, Drystan. As long as I am crying on you.” Drystan
Chapter 91.“Heavens!!!!!Drystan rasped as the warmth of her mouth engulfed him. His muscle clenched, coiled like a predatory poised to pounce.“Urghhhhh!!” His deep voice reverberated through the chill air. And he threw his head backward for some seconds before bringing it back, letting his gaze drop on Rosealba's face. His breath hitched, uneven, and ragged.He ran his tongue against his lower lips his grip on her hair tightening as he pulled himself halfway out of her mouth and slammed his entire length back into her mouth in one goal. Rosealba's body clenched. Hot scorching tears burnt the brim of her eyes as they widened as she felt the cap of his cock pressing against her lungs. She raised a teary gaze to meet his and heavens! He looked dreamily handsome with lips parted, and eyes heavy with pleasure. Drystan’s hand twitched around her hair. “You are so good… your mouth feels so good around my cock, sunshine.” Eager yet restrained fingers curled around her hair as he beg
Chapter 92.Rosealba’s lashes fluttered as she stared up at Drystan with big doe eyes, her tongue subconsciously licking over her lower lips in case of any remnant. Drystan’s jaws tightened but he slipped his semi harder cock into his pants, taking a step closer to her.His hand gripped her cheek and he cupped her chin into his palm.“You were a good girl.” He applauded in a tone that dripped with rich accolades. Rosealba's inner churned at the compliment and she flashed him a smile.Their moment of flirting bliss was suddenly interrupted as silence faded into the voice of the deep commotion outside the door. Before any could swing into action the door opened and….The air stilled and their breath hitched. The world shrank, reducing to just the three of them. Oh… four. Red hair, slim thick, 5’8 feet angel clad in a white dress and black tank coat halted at the sight that welcomed her in. Her breath hitched and her eyes moved from Drystan to Rosealba who was still kneeling on the
Chapter 100.“Oh, My Fucking Goodness!!!” Rosealba arched into him, grabbing onto the edge of the table while trembling underneath him.Drystan’s muscle pinched. Sensation tightened against his chest as her wall gripped him, wrapping possessively around his member. “You are chaining me, Sunshine… Fuck.”Drystan’s head rolled back in pure pleasure as he struggled to not milk his fluid into her warm sweet pussy. Rosealba trembled, his length filling her up. “Oh…” she mumbled softly, adjusting into him. But Drystan barely gave her time to adjust. He pulled his half-length halfway out of her tiny wet pussy, locking his gaze against herself. Then in one swift thrust, he rammed his pull self into her sweet tight pussy. “Arghhhhhhh!!!” Rosealba arched. Her breath hitched as his cock reached a halt. Her grip on the table tightened and she shook instinctively burying her face against her arms. Drystan’s hand reached for her hand yanking them away immediately. “Look at me.” He commande
Chapter 99. “Oh My Goodness…” Rosealba’s gasp trailed into a low moan. Her back arched as the kiss lingered like the delicious taste of meals she had at the restaurant some while back. Drystan’s tongue licked against her flesh, sucking her skin in with a passion that mirrored his desire. The desire that burned deeper than the hottest aphrodisiac ever bred. His hand reached for her perky nipples and he picked one against his finger, rubbing the pad of his thumb against it while burying his face against her collarbone— sniffing the intoxicating scent of her. A perfect blend of sweetness and seduction. She was his obsession in every fucking away right and hell! Every moment pushed him to the insane edge of obsession—he feared he would lose it. Drystan snuck in a breath, kissing the nape of her neck and watching her shake to the instinctive pleasure. “You are beautiful, Sunhine….” His words held a pause as he trailed his eyes around her body, sucking in another breath. “So beautiful t
Rosealba’s breath turned heavy and uneven as she panted into the hot kiss. Her pussy throbbed gently as Drystan’s tongue explored every corner of her mouth, stealing her breath through each second of kisses. Seconds later, Drystan pulled away from the kiss, their face, barely an inch away each other. Their parted lips, trembled as they heaved out hot uneven breaths. Drystan’s dark eyes lingered around Rosealba’s lips a little longer before moving to her set of hunger-filled eyes. “I told you not to cum, didn't I?”His voice was a raspy blend of caution and threat. Rosealba’s skin prickled in awareness of her mischief. Her lips parted, but they closed back without a word. “Do you know what Daddy does to bad girl?”Rosealba bit the inside of her lips, trying to temper her needy body. “I… Bad girls get punished.”A mischievous smile curled at the corner of Drystan’s lips. He raised a finger to her chin, raising her gaze up to meet his. “Daddy is going to punish you, Sunshine. So
Chapter 97. Rosealba swallowed the lumps that formed on her throat. Her eyes held onto Drystan’s propelling eyes, feeling every heat as they caressed her skin, even from afar. Her fingers twitched into nervous fists. She glared at the table, short of words. Crawl? Her stomach tightened into a propelling knot. That was the most hilarious yet sensual way to become even more nasty than she already was. She had never imagined crawling to anyone but the thought of it now, sent sensations across her spine. Pushing her nervousness aside, she lifted her body, getting on the table like Drystan had commanded. Crawling to him would not be such a bad idea. Drystan’s temple twitched as Rosealba went all four on the table. His jaws clamped. The sight of her of her heavily dangling boobs braided an irresistible hunger. His hands tightened into a fist and the urge to grope her boobs sneered at him, but he remained stilled. The air stilled and the tension slowed to a single charged moment.
Chapter 96. Rosealba’s nipples prickled at the sight of him. Shirtless tattooed chest. Calloused veiny hands. Broad shoulder that could shield her from the eyes of chasing enemies. The air stilled, thick with a pleasure that clung like a whispered secret.Rosealba swallowed, moistening her dry throat. Her eyes darted to the equipment in his hands again and a knot tightened against her stomach.Even though she lacked knowledge of what the instrument were, the tension in the air was enough to tell that something eerily sweet was about to happen. Drystan took some steps forward, dropping the instrument on a table.“Come here.” His voice, a deep baritone rasped through the chilled air. Rosealba’s heart pounded as her legs took gentle steps closer to him.His eyes lingered on her body, drinking her in like it was his first sight of her.A muscle in his pulse jumped as his eyes accentuated the curves of her lips. Heavens! So she was his! Rosealba freaking Movin was all his and nothing
Chapter 95. Lina's heart thrummed against her ear. The tension so palpable as Dairo returned with a first aid kit. He scrunched to the floor, not sparing either Rosealba or Lina a glance. Fuck every damn existence! The only thing that mattered to him was keeping his lady safe. As Dairo reached for Lina's feet—she took a step backward. Her hands curled into fists and she batted her lashes gently refusing to look at him. His touches didn't soothe the fire In her, it fed it, making it burn hotter, wilder, consuming every inch of her willpower. She could not trust her traitorous body, her nipples already tightened at the mere graze of his fingers against her toe. Dairo’s hand dropped to his knees. He let out an inaudible scoff, moving closer to get her feet but Lina pulled backward again and this time—this time he could not help himself. His restraint collapsed like a crumbling barrier. Stripped off every ounce of restraint, he got on his feet, gripped her wrist, and pulled her clos
The door to the restaurant opened and an air of mystery and elegance grazed Rosealba's skin as she stepped in. Her eyes hurriedly took in the sight of walls adorned with a sleek matte finish. Beside her stood the red-haired Lina who was claded in a white sweetheart gown that flowed down her beautiful legs and accentuated her moderate curve.Her eyes moved around the dimly lit restaurant cloaked entirely in shades of black. Just as she loves it. As Lina moved closer Black asthetic was a thing that her entire family lived for and they were slowly pulling Rosealba into the game.Rosealba's nostril flared softly as she took in the scent of oud and smoldering Vanilla, an intoxicating blend that lingered like a whispered secret. “This is beautiful,” Rosealba whispered, leaning into Lina. A smile kissed Lina’s oval face. “Just the way I like it.” She spared Rosealba a wink and they began to approach the table at the corner of the restaurant— polished obsidian with subtle gold grining,
Chapter 93. The breakfast had been filled with warmth. All through the room echoed with shared laughter and instant joy.Rosealba had also learned some things about Drystan. He was a man of few words around everybody, she was just an exception. While they eat in utter hanomy, her worries and suspicions about Drystan and Lina fade before she can even think of it. She had learned that Drystan and Lina were the best of siblings while growing up because they were what was left for each other, but they hardly ever agreed to the same thing. The meal had ended with Drystan allowing Lina to steal Rosealba away, after all, she was the reason he picked Florence as his proposed venue. He was a man to figure. He would always figure out things, even if not said. He had seen the look of longing In Rosealba’s eyes—one that he couldn't fill, no matter how hard he tried. Somewhere around the house, in a spacious room that was bathed in a soft golden glow, ceiling-to-floor window draped in sheer,
Chapter 92.Rosealba’s lashes fluttered as she stared up at Drystan with big doe eyes, her tongue subconsciously licking over her lower lips in case of any remnant. Drystan’s jaws tightened but he slipped his semi harder cock into his pants, taking a step closer to her.His hand gripped her cheek and he cupped her chin into his palm.“You were a good girl.” He applauded in a tone that dripped with rich accolades. Rosealba's inner churned at the compliment and she flashed him a smile.Their moment of flirting bliss was suddenly interrupted as silence faded into the voice of the deep commotion outside the door. Before any could swing into action the door opened and….The air stilled and their breath hitched. The world shrank, reducing to just the three of them. Oh… four. Red hair, slim thick, 5’8 feet angel clad in a white dress and black tank coat halted at the sight that welcomed her in. Her breath hitched and her eyes moved from Drystan to Rosealba who was still kneeling on the