Chapter 14: The Garden

Daisy Dyer's POV

I don't know where we were going but one thing I was sure, we were still at the hall as I was walking with Dylan who was pulling at my hand.

"Dylan, you're hurting me," I said as I was trying to release his hold on my arms. But he did not release it and I was looking at him as I was walking behind him. His jaws were clenched so I don't know what that was about.

After a while, he stopped and released me before he turned to look at me with his stormy orbs that were shining under the moonlight right now. My breath was in my throat before I was looking at him.

"What are you—"

All of my questions and senses were off my mind as Dylan was pushing my back to be in contact with the grass-covered wall and he was kissing me.

Like totally claiming my mouth.

I was shocked beyond anything before he was pulling my lower lips with his teeth. I moaned before he went in and kissed me again. I was trying to resist but his pull was too strong and I was feeling his mouth more than anything right now.

"Oh, God!" I moaned before he was kissing my neck and jaws. I was roaming his body before he was pulling my leg that was exposed by the slit of the dress to wrap it around his torso. I can feel his hardness was pushing at my needy place and I was gasping for air at the contact.

"Can that idiot make you feel like this?" Dylan was whispering to me as I was roaming his back that was taunting with muscles, covered by his suit.

"Can he make you pant as I do?" He asked me as I was not thinking rationally to answer his question. I just shook my head before he chuckled at my left ear.

"Thought so," he said before he was nibbling on my ear. I moaned again before I was snaking my hands around his neck and pulled him closer. I was angling my head so that Dylan can have more access to my neck.

"So beautiful, so exquisite. So mine," he whispered before I can protest or anything, he was kissing my lips again as his hands were molding my breasts in the darkness. All I can sense was that he was playing with my body and I was his instrument.

Dylan Windell was my master for tonight.

"Let me taste you, Daisy. Please," he said as I was confused about what he was referring to. I was looking at him until he smirked before he dropped to his knees.

"What are—you doing?" I panted before Dylan's stormy orbs were on my face.

"Has anyone done this to you before?" He said as he was putting my leg on his shoulder. If he was talking to put my leg on the shoulder, well, never. I shook my head. He smirked before he was pulling the slit of the dress even more.

"Good,"

He started to pull my panties that were covering my genitals to the side as the cold air was hitting my thigh. I panted before I was looking at Dylan's head that was on me, between my thighs.

I don't know what he was doing down there until I felt something was licking my slit. I shrieked and jerked away before Dylan caught me.

"Relax, belle. You will feel good afterward," he said before he was kissing my nether lips again. I felt his tongue was plunging into my core as I was gripping his hair. I moaned before I was looking at the sky. The moon was beautiful tonight.

Dylan was sucking and licking again as I was gripping my hand and I was biting my lower lips. We were in public and Dylan Windell, my lab partner and accuser of my father, was going down on me.

And I let him.

God, I felt cheap but his mouth was doing something that I have been dying to know since I was 18 years old. No one wanted to be my first as aunt Milly told me that giving someone my virtue will be something that only my husband can have.

So, yeah, I still have my virtue and I think I have an image of who I will give it too.

"Oh God! Dylan!" I shouted his name before he was plunging his tongue inside me as I was clenching around it. I don't know that I can do that before Dylan was sucking me clean before he put my panties at its place again.

He stood up as he brought my leg down and I was staring at him, still hazy from our moment just now but Dylan was not being affected after all.

"Now, no one will ever taste you again, Daisy as you are mine from now on," he said as he went to kiss me. This time, his tongue was inside my mouth as I was kissing him back. It was delicious and salty. I think that was my nectar that was on his mouth but I don't care.

Dylan Windell was the first man to be mine.

We broke the kiss before Dylan was closing his eyes and he was putting his forehead on mine. I was looking at his handsome face as he was breathing hard.

"What are you doing to me, Daisy?" He mumbled before he looked into my eyes. His stormy orbs clashed with my melted chocolate ones.

"I think we should go now. Lucia will bring you home," he said as he was pulling to the hall to get our coat and get out of here.

I was looking at Dylan who was still standing beside the car as I was sitting inside it. Lucia was talking something with him before she went to the other side and Dylan was clenching his jaws at me. I don't know what Lucia talked to him about but I think Dylan was not happy about it.

"Let's go, driver," Lucia said as the car was starting to move and I was looking at the disappearing figure of Dylan Windell before he was looking at me in the eyes, through my soul.

Dylan Windell's POV

I sighed as I was getting a lecture by Lucia about playing with Daisy's feelings. She thinks that I was a playboy to get Daisy to be one of my conquests. What Lucia did not know was that I never had this feeling of possessiveness to any other woman.

Except for Daisy.

I was waiting for Maxwell to come as I was looking at the watch. It was midnight and I don't think that Maxwell wanted to leave his love nest if he could. I picked my phone as I was calling for him.

The phone went straight to voicemail. So much for my brother to make sure that I was home after the conference.

"Say, if it wasn't for Dylan Windell, son of Professor Theodore George Windell. I thought I would not have a chance to talk to you tonight," Eliot said as I was looking at him. Eliot was playing with his cuff links before he turned to look at me. He smiled before I rolled my eyes at him.

"What do you want?" I asked him as he was putting his hands in his pocket. He was looking at the sky then.

"Don't you think it will rain tonight? I heard that there was something stormy about something tonight." He said as I was turning to look at him. He always speaks in riddles.

"Can you just speak like a normal person?" I asked him as he shook his head. Eliot tilted his head to the side.

"I heard that the other 2 have been married. I think it was MacWatters and Cornwall. I wonder when the cousins of Hayes and Windell will be married," he said as he was looking at the sky. I scoffed at him before I was crossing my hands in front of my chest.

"Why do you care anyway?'' I asked before he turned to look at the car that stopped in front of us.

"Well, my father was being impatient with you guys to breed. So, he wanted me to get married soon. But of course, I have escaped to America for now. I just wanted to make sure that all my cousins will be married before I did," he said as the valet was opening the door before Eliot was stepping to get inside.

"Oh, and one more thing," he said as he turned to look at me. He smirked.

"I think Ms. Dyer's leg was very smooth and fascinating indeed," Eliot said before he was getting inside the car. I felt the fury inside me and the storm that was coming to me. But I tapped it down because what he did not know, I was the first one to going down on Daisy tonight.

And Eliot Park did not have a clue at all.