Skye Brown opened her mouth in shock, wanting to tell Dylan Wellington to get lost.
But this reflex action only made it easier for Dylan Wellington to intensify his plunder.
He kissed Skye Brown's soft lips roughly, his tongue probing between her lips and teeth, exploring her tender sweetness.
Skye Brown trembled all over.
The familiar sensation suppressed within her body, deep in her soul, returned again.
Almost without any warning, the instant Dylan Wellington kissed her, a numbing pleasure shot from her abdomen.
Then quickly, from bottom to top, straight to the back of her head.
Three years, three years of silence, concealment, hiding, and licking her wounds alone.
She thought time could heal everything.
But unlike last night, in such a clear state of mind, it was just a kiss...
The memories she had deeply buried in her heart came flooding back like a deluge, bringing memories she didn't want to relive.
Pain, from the harsh ravaging of her lips by Dylan Wellington.
