**Warning: This chapter contains scenes that are s****l in nature, which are suitable for readers 18 years old and above.**
DAHLIA:
“Dahlly, Dahlly, you’re so beautiful… Cry for me some more,” Tristan continued to whisper in an almost hypnotic tone, which made me feel more and more in heat.
I wanted to stop moaning but I just can’t. It was as if he was stirring a part of my soul I never knew had always craved for his warmth, his presence, his l**t. What kind of magic was this?
Tristan bit the ends of the strings that held the front of my dressed closed. He looked like a rabid wolf that was eager to eat his prey, and I was right. As soon as the ribbons around my chest fell open, he opened his lips and took the left mound of my flesh into his moist mouth like a famished animal.
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