Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60

DYLAN

I squinted my eyes as I tried to see the face of the man standing light below my bed. He was wearing black sweatpants while wearing nothing on top. His well–built muscle looked familiar. recognize every inch of his body, but why couldn’t I see his

face?

He slowly crawled on top of the bed as he crawled on top of me was hoping that now that he was closer, I would probably have the chance to see who this man was. But everything remained a blur.

Even though everything was unclear, the sensation brought by his touch felt so real. It felt so familiar, as if I’ve known this man my whole life.

Was it him? Was it my husband?

I wanted to believe it was him, but the feeling inside my heart tells me otherwise. This feels totally different from how I feel whenever my “husband” touches me.

“Why did you leave me? I died on the day you left,” he said with His deep baritone voice.

My body turned cold when I heard his familiar voice. It wasn’t my “husband.” So, who is this stranger crawling into

“W–Who are you?” I stuttered as I fought the tingling sensation building up on my belly brought by his touch.

“Oh, my sweet little bunny, I’m your husband,” he replied.

my

bed?

I frowned in confusion. This wasn’t the man I’ve been with for the past two years. I tried to open my mouth to ask more questions, but he sealed whatever protest I had in me with a passionate kiss.

I moaned against his lips as his sinful tongue invaded my mouth. I pressed my palm against his broad chest in my faint attempt to push him away. But the warmth of his kisses was so addictive that I couldn’t help but crave more.

My head was still spinning from his passionate kiss when I felt his huge hand slowly caressing my thighs. It travelled until it finally settled in between my thighs.

“Ahhh…” A moan escaped my lips when an electrifying sensation ran through every nerve in my body.

I dug my nails against his skin as soon as I felt his fingers running through my

slit.

“Oh, you’re so wet, my little bunny,” he whispered against my ear. It didn’t take long before he slid one of his fingers inside me. “Look how my fingers easily slipped into your pvssy.”

“Ohhh…no…d–don’t,” I uttered in my faint attempt to stop him, but my body betrays me. I found my hips moving along with the rhythm of his fingers.

“No? But your body says otherwise, little bunny,” he replied as he started increasing his pace.

“Ohhh…fck!” I cursed loudly when the tingling sensation became too much. “I–I can’t…”

“Cu m for me, sweetheart. I want to hear you scream in pleasure he said.

“N–No–wait–I can’t–ahhhh…” Whatever it is that I was planning to say went down the drain when my body trembled as I reached the peak of my pleasure.

I hadn’t even caught my breath when his lips brushed mine in the softest, most tender kiss. It was slow, warm, and heartbreakingly gentle, like he was scared that if he pressed harder, I would disappear. When he pulled away too soon, a small sound escaped me before I could stop it.

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But he didn’t leave me hanging for long.

He leaned in again, his mouth tracing a delicate path along my w. Each kiss was soft, almost reverent, as if he was memorizing me all over again. My pulse raced wildly, heat flooding through me when his lips found the sensitive curve of my neck. He lingered there, his breath warm against my skin, his touch both worshipful and desperate.

“S–Stop…” I breathed again, the word trembling on my lips, fragile and unsure–because I didn’t even know anymore if I truly wanted him to stop, or if I was terrified of what would happen if he did.

His arms only tightened around me, pulling me closer until I could feel the steady, aching beat of his heart against my chest.

“I can’t… even if I wanted to, bunny,” he murmured, his voice rough with something that felt far too real–longing, pain, love… everything I wasn’t supposed to hear in a stranger’s voice.

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“Let me remind you then, bunny,” he said before finally starting to lick my center.

“Ahhh…oh…fck… I screamed in pleasure as soon as his sinful tongue played with my center like a toy. He flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue as well as my entrance. He sucked it like a hungry wolf while his fingers continued to play at the entrance drenched with my juice.

He started thrusting his fingers inside me as he continued to lick every inch of my femininity.

“Ohh yes….right there…lick me right there!” I shamelessly screamed as the sensation became too much to bear.

A broken cry slipped from my lips as heat flooded through me, my body arching toward him without my permission. It was overwhelming–soft and sinful all at once–like he knew exactly how to unravel me piece by piece.

“Ah… w–wait…” I gasped, though there was no real strength in the word. Every breath I took trembled, every nerve in me alive and burning, my heartbeat thundering wildly in my chest.

His touch was patient yet devastating, teasing and coaxing, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me until I could barely think. My hand moved on its own, tangling into his hair, holding on to him like he was the only steady thing in a world that suddenly felt too bright, too intense.

“M–More… please-” The words spilled out before I could stop them, shameless and desperate.

He gave me exactly what I didn’t even know I was begging for.

My hips jerked helplessly, chasing every spark of sensation he granted, tears pricking the corners of my eyes from how good -how achingly familiar–it felt. Every sound that escaped me filled the dark room, every breath turning into a shaky plea.

“There… right there…” I whimpered, my voice breaking as pleasure coiled tightly inside me, building and building until it felt like I was going to shatter apart.

“Ohhh…yes! I’m cumming!”

He takes it as a cue and starts increasing his speed. He thrust his fingers inside me together with the sinful movement of his tongue.

And just when I was about to reach my peak, a familiar name slipped from my tongue.

“Ohhh…Hunter!”