Chapter 79: He Was Licking Her Pussy
The words were a slap in the face. No. She refused to be the docile lamb anymore. Rage and hatred burned in her chest, consuming her last shreds of reservation and modesty.
Evelyn whirled around. She wrapped her arms around Ryan's neck, rose onto her toes, and aggressively kissed him. The kiss held no tenderness, only desperate need and a demand for sensation. Ryan froze for a second, then lust exploded in his eyes. He took control, gripping the back of her head and deepening the kiss.
A faint scent of red wine lingered on Evelyn. Ryan, though not drinking, felt a sweetness in his mouth, not the wine's bouquet, but the taste of her wet, slipping tongue. He broke the kiss, tilted his head to pick up a half-full glass of red wine from the side table, and took a mouthful. He lowered his head and covered her lips again.
The cold liquid transferred from his mouth to hers, then spilled down the corner of her lips. Evelyn instinctively licked the spill. Ryan immediately sucked the tip of her tongue, the wine mixing on their shared tongues. The rich flavor of red wine permeated their mouths, the shared consumption miraculously cutting the cloying sweetness, making it addictive.
Evelyn struggled for air. She finally managed to push him away, coughing softly. Ryan gently rubbed her back.
Perhaps reluctant to waste the remaining wine, Ryan lifted the glass to his lips. But at Evelyn’s cough, he tilted the glass too much, and the wine streamed down her long neck, over her full breasts, across her belly, and pooled between her thighs.
“My apologies, baby,” Ryan’s breath grew heavy. “Let me clean that up for you.”
The cool, wet sensation made Evelyn’s body tremble. She let out a soft, suppressed moan. “Mmm… yes… yes, please… quickly… clean it off…”
Ryan’s hand brushed her back, finding the delicate ties of her dress. He passed the strings to her. “Kitten, you have to take it off yourself.”
Riiip The silk gown unfastened, the black fabric sliding from Evelyn’s body to pool at her feet. She was naked, exposed to the air. She felt no shame, only a profound sense of release. Ryan’s robe belt also loosened and slid to the floor.
“So beautiful,” Ryan murmured, his eyes clouded with desire.
He lowered his head, his tongue following the wine trail downward, then taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking up the last drop of wine. A delicious current flowed through her body. Evelyn arched her neck, clutching Ryan’s shoulders. Her tightly clamped thighs grew wet, her inner thighs twitching with need.
Still not satisfied, Ryan’s gaze slid from her reddened nipple to her core. He gripped her thigh, inserting his fingers into the space between her legs, gently forcing them apart.
“Darling, I’ll clean you up properly,” Ryan breathed out. He flipped her beneath him, grabbed her wrists, and pulled them above her head. He bent down, his tongue darting out to lick between her labia, tracing the sweet spillage.
Ryan was actually licking her there! Evelyn’s eyelids fluttered. His warm breath hit her sensitive clitoris. She moaned softly, her hips liquefying. “Mmm-ah…”
The sudden suction on her clitoris made her body jerk. “Call my name, darling,” Ryan said hoarsely.
“Ryan, Ryan Lawrence…” As Evelyn cried out his name, a rush of sweet desire-fluid spurted from her core, and she completely collapsed onto the sofa.
Ryan pulled out several wet wipes, gently cleaning the wine stains and her body fluids from her inner thighs. Evelyn tried to close her legs, but he held her knees. “Don’t move. It’s not clean yet.” Ryan’s voice was husky, thick with lingering lust.
Once finished, he stood up and went to the dressing room, quickly returning with a folded set of clothes: a white shirt and black dress pants. “Put these on,” he handed them to her.
Evelyn silently dressed. The shirt was oversized, carrying a cedar scent—his scent.
Ryan leaned against the closet door, watching her button up, and suddenly laughed. “What’s funny?” Evelyn asked, her eyes still flushed.
“Nothing,” Ryan said, swirling the empty glass. “I just recalled saying once that you would strip for me someday. I didn't expect it to happen so soon.”
Evelyn’s fingers paused, then she adjusted her collar. Ryan stepped forward, straightening her lapel, his fingertip brushing her neck. “Don’t worry, Evelyn,” His gaze was intense. “Until you completely resolve ‘that problem,’ I won't take the final step.”
Evelyn’s heart gave a jolt. She knew exactly who he meant by ‘that problem.’ Ryan glanced at his watch. It was late. “What are your plans now?”
“Take me home.” Evelyn’s voice was level. “If I spend the night out, Damian and Sienna will use it against me. I can’t give them any leverage right now.”
Ryan raised an eyebrow, seemingly pleased with her composure. He didn't try to stop her, instead calling Kevin to prepare the car. She had definitely felt him harden. There wasn't enough time now. Maybe next time, she should return the favor.
The car ride back was quiet. Evelyn leaned by the window, watching the neon lights. Her phone suddenly vibrated non-stop. She picked it up to find countless news alerts flooding the screen.
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Evelyn trembling clicked one of the links. The screen filled with photos Damian had hired people to release. One was from their college days: she was sketching on a library bench while Damian slept beside her, the sunlight bathing them in a beautiful, warm glow. Another was a close-up of a bracelet on her wrist. It was an inexpensive piece, somewhat tarnished, yet the caption described it as an priceless treasure.