A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Bathed in warm light, they reclined on the black silk sheets.

Initially, Dylan’s kisses were tender, but soon his passion overtook him.

Locking his gaze with hers, he kissed her fervently.

Embarrassed, Olivia turned her face away, but Dylan grabbed her chin with his strong, slender hand, forcing her to meet his gaze.

In those seductive kisses, Dylan got what he wanted.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but Olivia didn’t resist him.

Deep down, she knew she wasn’t that drunk.

Perhaps it wasn’t the alcohol at all, but rather her own resignation that led her to yield.

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She always longed for Dylan.

When a woman chose to surrender to her desires, she would transform into someone else.

During the sex, Olivia took charge, planting kisses on Dylan’s chin and even responding to his crude remarks, displaying full cooperation.

Her soft, tempting moans only fueled Dylan’s excitement.

It marked their first time being intimate with each other.

They hugged tightly and kissed each other a lot.

They both had a great time and forgot about everything else.

The following morning, with the sun creeping over the horizon, Olivia stirred in Dylan’s embrace.

He still held her tightly, his touch gentle.

Sensing her wakefulness, Dylan lightly pinched her waist.

Olivia woke up and looked into Dylan’s eyes.

His face looked particularly handsome in the morning Light.

He breathed softly on her face before leaning down to give her a gentle kiss.

At the same time, he entered her ever so gently.

In contrast to the roughness and eagerness of the previous night, he was much gentler this time.

It felt like any other loving couple waking up together, making love before starting their day.

They exchanged no words, their gaze locked as they silently connected during their Lovemaking.

Afterward, Dylan rested against her neck and softly asked, “Did you prefer last night or this morning?”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Olivia closed her eyes and said nothing, tears trickling down her cheeks.

Following that, she proceeded to take a shower.

When she walked out of the bathroom, Dylan had got the breakfast ready.

Holding a dry towel, he gently wiped Olivia’s body.

Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed her on the shoulder.

“I can handle the towel myself,” Olivia murmured softly.

Ignoring her request, Dylan held her close, the towel and his embrace enveloping her.

His shirt dampened by the water, he pressed a kiss to the back of her ear, whispering, “Your clothes are in the wardrobe.

Go get changed, and we’ll have breakfast together.

”

Olivia remained silent upon hearing his words.