Vivian's vague murmur suddenly sounded in the silent night. Yasin looked up at Vivian in surprise.
Under the moonlight, Vivian Sinclair's face looked very uncomfortable. She bit her lips tightly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she hugged Yasin tightly with both hands, as if afraid he would leave.
Yet her eyes remained closed.
Yasin wasn't sure whether Vivian was awake or still asleep.
"Vivian… are you awake?"
Yasin asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Vivian didn't respond.
"Vivian… are you asking me to suck your nipple?"
Yasin resisted the urge to take Vivian's erect nipple into his mouth, swallowing hard as he sought confirmation.
"Hmm!~~~" A faint, almost imperceptible moan escaped Vivian's lips.
Yasin could no longer hold back. He parted his lips and took Vivian's nipple and areola into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.
His hands weren't idle either. Yasin's large, warm palms slid up along Vivian's smooth waist, tracing the curve of her body before grasping her full breasts.
The first sensation was overwhelming—firm yet soft, warm, and impossibly pliant under his touch.
"Ah~~~Uh~~~~" Vivian could no longer suppress her reactions. Her lips parted, releasing a breathy moan as she tightened her arms around Yasin's neck, pressing her breasts even more firmly against his face.
Under Yasin's kneading, Vivian's ample breasts shifted and molded in his hands, their softness making every movement a sinful pleasure.
"Zizzi~~~" Along with the rhythmic kneading, Yasin sucked and licked at Vivian's nipples, his tongue teasing them relentlessly.
The tingling, electric pleasure made Vivian shudder. The sensation of her sensitive nipples being lavished with attention, combined with the way Yasin handled her breasts, sent her suppressed desires surging to the surface.
Between her thighs, a slick warmth gathered, her arousal spilling over as sticky trails slid down her inner thighs.
Earlier, in her drunken haze, she had only been vaguely aware of a strong, heated body pressing against hers—both intimidating and thrilling.
The long months of loneliness and emptiness had left her craving release, and now, under Yasin's touch, that hunger erupted uncontrollably.
Besides, she had always harbored a quiet fondness for Yasin. His presence was comforting, his body undeniably attractive.
From the moment they met, she had felt an inexplicable familiarity, as if she had known him forever. There was even an urge to protect him, though she couldn't explain why.
Now, she wanted nothing more than to be filled by him—to chase away the fear, loneliness, and solitude that had plagued her for so long.
She wanted Yasin to claim her, to push inside her and fill the aching emptiness.
To flood her with his release until nothing else mattered.
"I~ want it so badly!~~~~"
The scream echoed silently in Vivian's mind.
Earlier, during dinner, she had caught Yasin stealing glances at her chest. The way his gaze lingered had stirred something in her—a reckless desire to tear off her bra and offer herself to him.
When Yasin's chest had pressed against hers, Vivian had already been awake.
She had known exactly what he was doing when he unhooked her bra.
And instead of stopping him, she had secretly hoped he would rip away the last barriers between them and take her without hesitation.
Yet, a sliver of rationality held her back.
Especially with Yasin—there was something about him that made her feel an odd sense of guilt, as if giving in to him would be crossing some forbidden line.
It felt… wrong.
Like something that defied morality.
That was why she had kept pretending to be asleep. Her own inhibitions, coupled with that inexplicable shame, kept her from responding openly.
She couldn't shake the feeling that surrendering to Yasin would leave her consumed by regret.
But as Yasin's touch grew bolder, his tongue working her nipples with increasing fervor, Vivian trembled under the onslaught of pleasure. Her core clenched, a deep, throbbing emptiness taking hold as lust threatened to consume her entirely.
She wanted to be taken—hard, rough, without mercy.
Yet at the same time, she feared what would happen if Yasin truly pushed inside her. If he did, she would never escape the crushing weight of guilt.
The alcohol had long since faded from her system, leaving only heightened sensitivity in its wake.
She wanted to scream, to moan freely, but shame kept her voice trapped in her throat. Instead, soft whimpers slipped past her lips as she squeezed her eyes shut, surrendering to the pleasure of Yasin's relentless tongue.
Yasin licked and sucked very skillfully. Vivian felt unprecedented comfort. The sensation of Yasin sucking her breasts made her feel sacred and satisfied.
This feeling was more pleasurable and fulfilling than even having sex.
Though Vivian had experienced sex several times and had been with two or three men, she had never felt anything so wonderful before.
Especially the deep satisfaction in her heart—something no other man could give her, no matter how wild their lovemaking was.
Feeling Vivian's responsiveness, Yasin was overjoyed.
Though Vivian kept her eyes closed, Yasin knew she was awake—at the very least, not unconscious.
Simply kneading and licking Vivian's snow-white, plump breasts was no longer enough to satisfy Yasin's desires.
His hand slid along Vivian's slender waist, slowly moving toward her buttocks.
Through the smooth leather pants, Yasin gently kneaded her firm, perky curves. The tightness of her ass felt different from the softness of her breasts, but the sensation was equally intoxicating.
Feeling Yasin's hands exploring her buttocks, Vivian's guilt intensified.
If he had just kept his attention on her nipples and breasts, she could have continued enjoying it without guilt. But now that Yasin was venturing elsewhere, she felt it was crossing a line.
Vivian Sinclair began to tense up.
The desire that had been building inside her was suddenly stifled.
She bit her lips, trying to suppress the strange sensations, yet she still allowed Yasin to continue touching her.
She longed for Yasin to fill her but was terrified of actually going through with it.
This internal conflict made her feel as if countless ants were crawling under her skin, tormenting her with unbearable frustration.
Yasin sensed Vivian's resistance, but the fire inside him had already been stoked—he couldn't stop now.
As a man, how could he stay rational with such a beauty lying beneath him, nearly naked?
If not for the last shred of restraint in his heart, he would have turned into a beast and taken her right then and there.
"Vivian… your leather pants are so tight, don't they feel uncomfortable? Let me help you take them off… maybe you'll sleep better without them…"
Yasin's tongue flicked against Vivian's neck as he slowly closed in on her lips.
His voice was low, seductive, dripping with temptation.
"No!! No! You can't do this. We've only known each other for two days. And… and… why do I feel so guilty? I… I barely know him… why… why does it feel like I'm committing incest? As if… as if I'm sleeping with my own child… This feeling… ah… it's so wrong! But… it's so… so thrilling!"
Vivian screamed internally, desperately searching for an excuse to stop Yasin's advances.
But when she opened her mouth, her words came out as a breathy whisper—
"Mmm~~~but~~~but~~I~~I'm not wearing any~~~underwear~~~~you~~~you can't look~~~~"
Even Vivian was shocked by her own words—so submissive, so inviting!
The overwhelming shame and guilt assaulted her mind, making her heart race erratically.
Yet her body's desires had already taken over, leaving her powerless to resist Yasin's touch…
Before she could gather the will to refuse again, Yasin had already unbuttoned her leather pants and was sliding them down.
Involuntarily, Vivian arched her hips slightly, making it easier for him to strip them off.
The moment her damp, heated core met the cool air, it was as if her suppressed desires had finally been set free.
Yasin saw how wet she already was—her delicate folds glistening, slightly parting as if begging for him.
The second her pants slipped down, Yasin grabbed Vivian's legs and hooked them over his shoulders.
Feeling his roughness, knowing what was coming next, Vivian shuddered uncontrollably, a moan slipping past her lips—
"No!~~~No!~~This is wrong~~~We… we can't do this~~~~"