Deep love: insatiable lover

Dylan laughed softly, the pampering in his eyes almost melting the person. He lowered his head again and massaged her legs reverently.

At first, Vanessa ate the porridge quickly and furiously, but gradually she calmed down. She lowered her head deeply, as if to bury it in the bowl of porridge.

Because if she didn’t, she feared her tears would be perceived by Dylan.

Vanessa didn’t know why she was crying, though.

Dylan found out anyway.

He moved gently to pull down her trousers, then stood up and hugged her gently.

-It’s okay, you can cry in front of me. You don’t have to hold it in, you don’t have to pretend and you don’t have to worry.

Dylan’s voice was soft, convincing in every word, prompting Vanessa to let out all the anger or sadness she had in her chest.

Crying would be good.

-I hate you, I hate you! -said Vanessa through gritted teeth as she hugged Dylan tightly and buried her face in his arms.

-It’s my fault, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have left, I shouldn’t have turned my phone off, I shouldn’t have let you not find me, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! My girl, punish me.

Dylan’s voice was softer, as if he were coaxing a willing child.

The kinder he was, the more aggrieved Vanessa felt and the more uncontrollable the anger and pain in her heart became.

He hugged Dylan even tighter, feeling that he simply hated the man.

-Why didn’t you show up when I was looking for you? Why did you have to go away so cruelly? Why did you leave me to suffer so much alone? I hate you, I hate you so much!

-Hate me, all right.

Dylan smiled softly, his lips lifted energetically. With a soft mouth soothing her and the large hand caressing her back, he swore he had all the patience he had in his life for this moment.

And he felt it was worth it.

So that Vanessa could feel better.

-It’s not enough, it’s not enough! What’s the use of apologising, what’s the use of hating! My father’s dead, he’s dead! What am I going to do, Dylan, what am I going to do?

-It’s OK, I’m here.

-No, I don’t love you!

Vanessa raised her head and pushed Dylan away forcefully, glaring at him through gritted teeth, her eyes filled with hatred.

-You are also from the Moya family and you are not a good person! How can I trust you when our relationship was a deal? Go away, I don’t want to see you.

That was very, very temperamental.

Dylan looked at Vanessa with pity and helplessness, distressed by her red, puffy eyes and her anger and hatred.

He deserved it!

To have chosen to run away because of a ridiculous hesitation, thus losing the most important thing in this life. Her little thing was so stubborn and when she had finally been willing to go a little further, she was cut off by her own idiocy.

He deserved it!

-Vanessa, don’t hurt yourself.

His heart ached as he looked at her tightly bitten lips, which broke the skin and bled.

-You leave and don’t come to me.

Foolish, how could she go? If she went, who would be by her side when she was weak, to comfort her and give her some support?

-Bite me if you hate me, bite me hard, okay? -Dylan said as he undid the first two buttons of his shirt and pointed to his collar.

His voice was soft:

-Here, bite here, bite hard. Bite until it bleeds. The neck is the weakest point and it will hurt especially if you bite it. Vanessa, bite me to loosen you up, okay?

Vanessa felt she must be forced to lose her resistance to fantasising and opened her mouth.

-Yes, well done, right here. Bite down hard, good.

Like a devil tempting to sin, Dylan tilted his head tenderly and lovingly towards Vanessa, who was crouched in the crook of his neck and biting him.

He bit down so hard that his mouth tasted like blood.

-Does it let off steam? -Dylan asked again when he felt Vanessa loosen her grip.

Then his teeth started to push again. It actually hurt quite a bit, but Dylan just smiled warmly.

He let the little girl have her catharsis, because it was his fault and he was willing to accept the punishment.

It was like trying to bite into a piece of raw meat.

It was Vanessa who finally let go and like a bewildered child stared at Dylan’s bruised and battered neck with his bright red blood snaking out.

The wound looked particularly horrible.

Vanessa immediately felt guilty and took a few steps back as if she couldn’t take the blow.

He looked up hurriedly with tears in his eyes.

-You…

-It’s OK, don’t feel guilty, I deserve it.

Dylan’s lips curved in disbelief, his eyes were only for Vanessa, caring only for her joys and sorrows. His eyes were filled only with Vanessa, caring only for her happiness and her pain. His blunt and ardent affection frightened Vanessa so much that she was unable to speak.

-Are you still angry? If so, you can bite me again somewhere else.

Dylan laughed.

-Do you think I’m a dog?

Vanessa looked at Dylan in embarrassment and anger, which she found adorable.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

-Yes, yes, I was wrong. What would my Vanessa be like as a dog?

-Who is yours?

-I am yours!

Dylan didn’t get angry at all and kept smiling.

Vanessa was exasperated and helpless, no longer able to be tough, no longer able to scream at him to go away and never come back. She was so weak that her wandering eyes kept unconsciously staring at his still bleeding wound.

God, had he really pushed that hard?

It looked so bad, didn’t it really hurt?

-Aren’t you going to go and take care… of your wound?

-Are you going to help me? -asked Dylan with thick skin, following his words.

Who was going to help him?

Vanessa tried to retort, but the words came out of her mouth and were swallowed. She looked like a poor person who had lost a game and was especially frustrated.

-I’m going to ask the man on duty for a first aid kit, there should be one here.

-I will go with you.

-No, I’ll go alone.

Her mind was in chaos and she didn’t know what kind of feelings she should have for Dylan. So, even if it was a short time, she didn’t want to lose him. At least, by not looking him in the face, her own sanity might be restored a little.

-All right, I’ll wait.

Dylan did not force the issue, as his purpose had been fulfilled anyway.

His Vanessa was really kind and sweet, she had just shown a bit of weakness and used a bit of bitterness to trap his guilt so he couldn’t get rid of it.

How could he have missed the opportunity he had so easily gained?

Vanessa hurried away with her head down and hurried back.

-The first aid kit is here, you can treat the wound yourself.

-It is too uncomfortable a position, it will become inflamed if not treated properly.

Dylan lied innocently with wide eyes, the bitterness had been used and he would have to get something sweet, wouldn’t he?