Chapter 7
“Mia, does it feel good now?”
Even the gentle tapping motion made her body tremble softly. The sensation was delicate, almost too much to bear.
She tried to pull herself away from the pleasure that crept in like a slow, tightening trap. She reached down, attempting to stop Dylan, but her effort was blocked with ease.
Mia realized then that there was nothing she could do except give in. Her body was already beginning to unravel, and resistance felt meaningless.
But somewhere deep inside, she also knew.
She knew what needed to be done if she truly wanted to escape from this.
“Okay… yes…”
Even though the answer was broken and breathless, a faint smile touched Dylan’s lips, as if her response had satisfied something in him.
His hand, which had been moving steadily, finally stopped. Then he slowly pulled down the damp fabric clinging to her skin.
From the moment Mia lay down on the bed, Dylan had never once shown impatience. It was as if he knew that his calmness only made her feel more overwhelmed.
For the first time, Mia found herself wishing deeply that this moment would end quickly. The thought that she could eventually get used to the heat and confusion had already faded long ago.
Dylan positioned himself between her legs, keeping them gently but firmly apart. He leaned in with careful control, and when his fingers slowly touched her again, her breath caught sharply.
Mia, who had been breathing lightly until then, froze.
The subtle, twitching sensation she had managed to endure ended the moment his fingers began to move. They stirred gently at first, then more deliberately.
Dylan’s brow furrowed as her body tightened around him. Even though he moved carefully, the way she gripped his touch was unmistakably tense.
“Mia, relax.”
She gave a small shake of her head, and Dylan let out a quiet sigh. With his other hand, he reached for her chest. His large hand covered her completely, and a soft breath escaped her as warmth spread through her torso.
The heat that had been concentrated in her lower belly now rose to her chest. It felt as though something permanent had been left behind, a sensation that lingered like a brand pressed into her skin.
After gently holding her for a while, Dylan leaned down and took her into his mouth. His lips found the hardened peak of her chest, and when she flinched, he slowed his movements, using the warmth of his tongue to calm her again.
Despite the heat and the rising pressure in her body, Mia felt her strength slipping away. Her hands no longer resisted. Her breath was shallow and uneven.
His fingers began to move again. This time the rhythm was stronger and faster.
A quiet sound filled the room with each motion. It was a sound both strange and intimate.
“Dylan… please…”
She did not even know what she was asking for. It was not a plea for something specific, only a desperate hope to escape the overwhelming heat spreading through her body.
“No. Not yet. If we continue like this, it will hurt you.”
She wanted to ask what he meant, but every time she opened her mouth, a shaky breath escaped instead of words.
All she could do was bite her lip and try to hold on as the wave passed through her.
With every movement, a slick sensation formed between them, and as the pressure eased slightly, another wave built behind it.
When his thumb finally brushed over a sensitive point, her vision flickered. The world around her seemed to blur for a moment, overtaken by the rush of everything she was feeling.
“Ah… please…”
Mia’s body trembled beyond her control. Dylan remained composed, pressing down gently, observing every reaction with unreadable calm.
A chill ran down her spine. The sensation was too much, too new, too overwhelming. She tried to pull back, struggling to distance herself from the unfamiliar wave rushing over her. But Dylan simply guided her back into place with quiet control, as if he had anticipated her resistance from the start.
Her breath quickened. The tension deepened.
She whispered, voice breaking, “Don’t… this feels strange.”
There was fear in her voice, not just of him but of what her body was beginning to understand. It would have been easier to face pain or punishment than this helpless, unraveling pleasure she never asked to know.
Despite her hesitation, the pressure built. Her body responded in ways she didn’t fully comprehend, and she began to lose track of where discomfort ended and surrender began.
“You said it earlier,” Dylan murmured, his voice low and steady. “That it felt good.”
Mia could not remember if she had. Maybe she had. But now, all that remained was the heat rising through her skin and the deep ache she could not escape.
Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused. Dylan was watching her closely, never looking away.
Then he asked, with unsettling gentleness, “Shall we stop here?”
His tone was polite, but his presence pressed against her, unwavering. It was clear he was waiting for her decision. Even with everything between them, he held still, as if giving her a choice. A real one.
Mia’s breath caught in her throat. Her lips parted.
“If we stop… what happens to the contract?”
Before he could answer, she felt warmth again. Her thoughts blurred. The tension between body and mind had no space for logic anymore.
Dylan answered quietly, “Then none of this will matter. It will be like it never happened.”
She knew what he meant. And yet, instead of speaking, Mia simply shifted, her legs parting slightly in silent answer.
Dylan exhaled slowly, as if acknowledging a final boundary crossed.
“I gave you chances,” he said softly.
There was no triumph in his voice, only something closer to acceptance. He moved with care, not force, as though he were still waiting for her to stop him. But she didn’t.
“Don’t regret this later,” he whispered.
“You either,” she replied, her voice unsteady but clear.
She didn’t know what would come next. Only that there was no turning back now.
Mia’s breath hitched as Dylan’s touch sent a sharp wave of sensation through her. Her body recoiled instinctively, legs tensing and shifting in protest. For a moment, Dylan paused, watching her carefully.
Relief washed over her for a heartbeat. But then, he began to move again, deeper, more deliberate.
In Mia’s wide eyes was something raw. She felt caught between panic and the overwhelming pull of what was happening. Her own choice echoed back at her like a faint warning, and yet her body betrayed her with every response.
“Dylan… wait, just a moment.”
Her voice was fragile, trembling as much as her limbs. She shifted, but her movements only seemed to tighten the tension between them.
Dylan brushed a hand through his hair, gaze locked on her. He looked down, studying the place where they were joined, as if taking in every detail. Slowly, he placed a hand on her stomach, his touch sending a jolt through her.
Her body clenched in response.
“Mia.”
His voice cracked slightly, the first sign of tension on his otherwise controlled face.
Placing both hands beside her, he leaned in again.
“You need to stop tightening.”
“I… I can’t.”
“You have to.”
Mia shook her head. It wasn’t something she could will away.
“You’re only halfway there,” he added softly.
She wished he would stop saying things like that. Each word made her heart race faster, made the heat in her limbs harder to ignore.
Her body was trembling, uncontrollably.
“Stop shaking.”
Dylan’s voice was still calm, but she could hear the edge of restraint in it. He moved again, slow and shallow, as if trying to adjust without overwhelming her.
Mia buried her face against his arm, clinging to him as her body struggled to keep up.
Everything was too much. The tension, the pressure, the closeness.
She let out a shaky cry and instinctively grabbed onto his wrist, trying to steady herself.
And then everything shifted.
Her body gave way completely, and he slipped deeper than before, the sensation rushing through her like a tidal wave.
