**Warning: This chapter contains scenes that are sexual 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 lust. 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.