OSO Chapter 6

“Mia.”

“Yes.”

Her voice cracked as it escaped her throat. Every time she swallowed nervously, the point of contact with Dylan throbbed. She didn’t want to speak, but he continued his meaningless calls.

“Mia.”

“Speak.”

“Mia Blair.”

Dylan’s long fingers slowly traced the line of her neck. It was a languid, gentle movement, unlike his usual touch.

All the while, he continued to call her name.

As if to imprint her name firmly in her mind, to show her who was at the center of everything that was about to happen.

Then, an unexpected name came from Dylan’s lips.

“Mia LeHart.”

LeHart… Mia, hearing the strange sound, turned her head and met Dylan’s eyes, so close to her own.

Despite uttering the absurd name, his eyes were like the calm night sea. The only difference was the intense heat they held. A soft breath escaped Mia’s lips in the suffocating heat.

Suddenly, with no time to react to the decreased distance, her lips were sealed by his.

It was an excruciatingly ticklish sensation.

The firm belief that she would be fine, having experienced it once before, quickly dissipated. Perhaps it was because this kiss was more languid than the last.

His tongue slipped between her parted lips. Dylan’s soft tongue slowly traced the line of her teeth.

The entanglement of their tongues was unfamiliar, but she had no intention of avoiding it. Yet, Dylan showed no sign of removing his hand from the nape of her neck. Instead, he pressed and gently rubbed, drawing out a strange sensation.

“Ah…!”

Mia’s eyelids fluttered.

Dylan’s eyes remained strangely still. Her lips were sealed, making it hard to breathe, and his gaze was so heavy that Mia finally closed her eyes tightly.

When she opened them again, disoriented by the unfamiliar feeling of their tongues tangling and rubbing, she was no longer on the couch where she had been sitting. As Mia reached out blindly, Dylan gently pulled her hands to his shoulders.

“Mia, your hands.”

Breathless, she couldn’t quite process what he was doing to her. The only thought she had was that gripping his firm shoulders slightly alleviated the feeling that she was about to fall. Mia placed her other hand, the one he hadn’t guided, on his shoulder as well.

The moans escaping her lips were swallowed whole by him. Every time their breaths mingled, she felt a burning heat fill her lungs.

“Haa… mm.”

Even as she gasped for breath, Dylan showed no sign of stopping, his tongue caressing her delicate skin. In her hazy state, she felt his hand move from her neck down her back.

The distinct sound of the zipper being pulled down tickled her ears as Dylan unzipped her dress without hesitation. Soon, the constricting feeling around her body eased.

The dress, designed for easy removal, was effortlessly peeled away by his hands. She squeezed her eyes shut again.

“Hmm.”

A soft whimper escaped her sealed lips.

Although the only points of contact were their lips and his hand on her back, a ticklish sensation spread through her stomach, a feeling she had never experienced before.

She tried to suppress the moans that even she found embarrassing.

“Dyl…an… mm.”

Despite hearing her voice, Dylan showed no intention of breaking the kiss. He continued to suck on her tongue and shower her with short kisses, as if urging her to surrender to the moment.

Even now, Dylan stared at her without closing his eyes. Mia felt as if she were trapped in a horribly awkward sensation.

“Please, uh… close your eyes.”

She felt like she could breathe if it weren’t for those cerulean blue eyes. However, he continued to stare at her, and in the end, it was Mia who had to close her eyes.

Satisfied that she had given up on speaking and surrendered, the corners of Dylan’s lips curled into a relaxed smile.

He pressed his body against hers and slowly pushed her backward. Mia could do nothing but stumble backward, clinging to him.

Suddenly, her legs hit something.

Only after realizing she could retreat no further did their lips, locked together without a gap, finally part.

“Haa… haa…”

Slowly opening her eyes with a heated moan, Mia saw a shimmering strand of saliva stretching between them. At the same time, she saw his crumpled shirt, pulled awry by her grip, and his glistening lips, stained with someone’s saliva—whose, she wasn’t sure.

It wasn’t difficult to imagine that she looked much the same.

As she stared with hazy eyes, Mia’s body, pushed back, collapsed onto the bed. When she finally regained her senses, Mia realized that she was wearing nothing but her underwear.

At the same time, Dylan’s movements ceased.

He continued to scan her, slowly and meticulously, with his cool gaze.

“Ah… the scars.”

Thump. Her heart dropped, and a chilling sensation, as if the heat-induced haze had been an illusion, washed over her.

With a faint chuckle, she pulled the covers over herself. She knew it wouldn’t conceal her body completely, but showing him these scars was more humiliating than being naked before him, so she wanted to struggle, even a little.

“Dylan, it seems you’ve forgotten this scarred body because it’s been so long.”

Even as she gasped for breath, Mia continued speaking resolutely.

“To suggest we act like a normal married couple after seeing this…”

A faint smile played on Dylan’s lips, as if amused by her tightly closed mouth and attempts to catch her breath.

“Let’s pretend this never happened, since the ink hasn’t dried yet.”

Her fingertips, gripping the covers, tightened nervously. The moment she carefully pushed herself up, Dylan’s hand landed on her chest.

“Mia.”

His voice was lower than before.

She couldn’t bring herself to respond immediately. As she hesitated, Dylan, leaning over her, unclasped the bra that covered her breasts.

The constraint around her chest loosened. Her white breasts were exposed in an instant.

Mia’s naked body was laid bare in the brightly lit room.

“Once I start something, I see it through to the end.”

She couldn’t even fathom what to say.

Meanwhile, Dylan’s long fingers touched her fair skin. His fingers trailed from her shoulder to her breast, grazing her pale pink areola, and stopped at the old scar beneath it. Mia’s waist trembled.

“Uh…”

Her nipples hardened at his touch.

Goosebumps erupted across her skin, even though it wasn’t cold, and a throbbing sensation pulsed in her lower abdomen.

He climbed on top of her and slowly lowered his face. To the spot where the scar he had just pressed with his finger resided.

His lips touched and pulled away repeatedly, like a bird pecking with its beak. Then, he licked and gently sucked on the scar, leaving his mark.

His actions, which she had assumed would end quickly, continued. Starting from her chest, he moved down to her stomach, and after a while, his lips settled on her inner thighs.

A sharp, stabbing sensation pulsed in her lower abdomen. Heat surged through Mia’s body. Confusion and desire filled her mind.

Why was he going this far?

A wave of nausea washed over her.

After a while, Mia was finally able to lower her gaze and take in the marks he had left.

Between the scars that defined her existence, she saw the marks Dylan had left with his sucking.

“Why… like this…”

Dylan was positioned at the end of those marks. His form, nestled between her parted legs, was starkly clear.

He, too, was naked, having removed his clothes at some point.

With hazy eyes, Mia parted her lips and called out to him.

“Dyl…an.”

“Yes.”

If it weren’t for his glistening lips, his composed reply would have made it seem as if he hadn’t just been exploring every inch of her body.

He didn’t meet Mia’s eyes. His gaze remained fixed on the only piece of clothing she still wore—her underwear.

“Mia, did you like it?”

Dylan asked, slowly stroking the fabric.

“Like… it?”

This act was merely a means to an end, a way to get what she wanted from him.

There was no reason for her to like it.

Moisture welled up inside her underwear, making it damp. As she shifted uncomfortably, Dylan, looking down at her, rubbed the slightly swollen nub beneath the fabric with a delicate, teasing motion.

“Ahh, mm.”

Of all Dylan’s actions so far, this was the most shocking and strangely stimulating. She tried to close her legs, but it was no use.

“….!”

His fingers continued to tease and rub.

Then, exhaling slowly, he asked again. It was a question that seemed to anticipate a specific answer.