Chapter 121: Amazing! Ah...
The atmosphere in the penthouse suite at the Gansevoort Hotel in Manhattan’s Meatpacking District was warm and lively. Professor Victoria Hayes looked satisfied, her tone as serious as ever, yet hiding a soft undercurrent. “Evelyn, the moment you picked up that pencil, I knew the brilliant student I remembered was back. You did well.”
“Professor…” Evelyn’s eyes were moist, but she was held by a warm hand. Dean Worth sat in her wheelchair, still recovering, but her spirits were high. She held Evelyn’s hand, stroking it repeatedly. “My good girl, whether you won or lost, I’m happy as long as you find yourself again. Promise me, no matter what happens, you will take care of yourself.”
Evelyn nodded forcefully, her throat tight with emotion.
“Don’t worry, our designer is not drinking tonight!” Sophie snatched the glass from Evelyn's hand, while Ethan replaced it with warm fruit tea.
And Ryan. He barely spoke all evening. He lounged casually on a corner of the sofa, swirling a half-empty glass of whiskey. His deep-set eyes tracked Evelyn through the crowd, never leaving her. He watched her laugh, watched the light return to her eyes. His gaze lacked the usual aggressive cynicism; all that remained was a thick, possessive tenderness. It was as if the lively room didn't exist; his world held only her.
Late into the night, the party ended. Ryan sent people to escort Dean Worth and Professor Hayes home. Even Ethan, despite his concern, was pulled away by Sophie, turning back for a last look. The noisy apartment finally fell silent, leaving only Ryan and Evelyn. The faint scent of champagne mingled with the unmistakable intimacy of the late hour.
Ryan set his glass down, the crystal clinking against the marble table. He strode toward Evelyn. She instinctively wanted to step back, but she was enveloped by his intense cedar scent, leaving her no escape.
“You are beautiful tonight.” Ryan raised his hand, his rough, callused thumb slowly tracing her cheek. Evelyn’s heart contracted sharply, her breathing quickening.
“Evelyn, do you know,” Ryan took a step closer, backing her against the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the sparkling New York skyline, his voice low and husky, trembling with long-suppressed emotion. “From the first time I saw your design sketch in college, maybe I was drawn to you.”
“But later, you gave up your dream, your future, because of that bastard’s lies.” Ryan’s fingers paused on her jawline, forcing her to look up at him. “Watching you suffer by that asshole’s side, watching your talent be consumed by trivial life, watching you cry and be hurt… I was driven insane with jealousy, and insane with heartache.”
“I want to protect you. I want those who made you cry to be punished. I want every day of your life from now on to be filled with smiles, just like tonight.”
Evelyn’s heartbeat accelerated, her cheeks flushed. Before, she would have dismissed this as another tactic from the playboy. But now, looking into Ryan’s raw, unguarded eyes, the high walls around her heart were crumbling. Her past defenses softened, replaced by an urge to move closer.
She didn’t flinch from his touch. Instead, she slowly raised her hand, her fingers trembling as they lightly touched his cheek. The warm contact made both of them slightly shudder.
Ryan no longer held back, drawing her into his arms. The embrace was tight and powerful, yet carefully avoided her abdomen. His kiss descended, first on her forehead, then her eyelids, finally hovering at the edge of her lips. Their breaths mingled, scorching hot.
“I know you’re not ready yet,” Ryan whispered hoarsely in her ear, his voice thick with desire. “I’m not rushing. I can wait, until you completely tear that bastard out of your heart, until you’re ready to truly accept me.”
This restrained tenderness was more moving to Evelyn than any aggressive possessiveness. She leaned against his chest, listening to his frantic heartbeat, and a dormant instinct deep inside her awakened. She knew intense sex was off-limits during the first trimester. But looking at the man who was holding back so much for her, a sudden impulse surged through Evelyn. She didn’t want him to suppress his need anymore. She should respond to him.
“Ryan…” Evelyn wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on her toes, and whispered into his ear.
“I can… help you. In other ways.”
Ryan hadn’t expected her to be so forward. His throat bobbed violently, a suppressed gasp escaping from deep within his chest. The bulge straining against his pants grew larger and harder, threatening to burst through his zipper at any moment.
Evelyn's hand followed suit, grasping at his zipper. Swoosh. With a quick pull, she unzipped his pants.
Thwack. A long, thick cock sprang out, standing stiffly erect. The head was as large as a goose egg, crisscrossed with blue-purple veins, and burning hot. The enormous piece of flesh pointed directly at Evelyn, wiggling slightly, with a few drops of pre-cum oozing from the tip.
Evelyn immediately wrapped her slender fingers around it, tightening her grip. “Ah…” Ryan groaned, holding her waist with one arm and backing up step by step. Her vision was blocked by him, so she didn't notice the sofa behind him until his knees bumped the corner, and he sank onto the cushion, pulling her hand with him, forcing her to lean over him.
Evelyn’s grip on his cock didn't loosen. Her knees touched the soft carpet, and she knelt down. Her hand movements were continuous, the rounded pads of her fingers rubbing against the prominent veins and stimulating the tip, the most sensitive spot. Ryan murmured her name repeatedly, his voice hoarse. “Evelyn… Evelyn…”
The next second, her lips parted slightly, and she enclosed the massive shaft in her mouth. Her tongue licked the rough, uneven surface, softly wrapping around the rod. Because of the size, her mouth couldn't fully contain it, and excess saliva trickled down the corners of her lips.
Ryan’s breathing became ragged, his groin encased in a wave of heat, feeling as if he was about to burst right then and there.
“That’s amazing! Ah… Evelyn, I love you. I wish I could thrust my big cock into your tight pussy, deep to your womb!” Hearing Ryan’s rough words, Evelyn's kneeling thighs squeezed together involuntarily, her inner passage contracting, honeyed fluid pouring out and sliding down her legs…