The last note of the final word vanished between their tightly pressed lips and teeth.
Dylan had wanted to do this for a long time. During dinner, he had been unable to tear his eyes away from her lips, those tender, pink lips gleaming with a moist sheen, full and rosy, constantly tempting him. Multiple times, he almost lost control, but considering Scarlett was still young, he had held back.
Now that Scarlett was asleep, he no longer had to hold back.
Dylan's kiss descended with a gentle yet domineering force, not allowing Nell to evade as his tongue coaxed hers, demanding her to respond.
Nell's breath gradually became short, all her strength slowly extracted by this kiss, leaving her clinging onto Dylan.
