Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

The anxiousness that overwhelmed Dalton as he drove to the airport was intense, that it took him much willpower to remain sane till he got to the one she had texted to meet. He didn’t even consider the possibility of it being a lie and just pressed on the brakes of his car, and drove far away from his company.

When they finally met and he stared at her figure amongst the crowd, it took him effort not to break down and just walk slowly to where she was. He was glad she came back.

Her face was so pale and she was looking so dull, as well as there was a visible decrease in her body shape and size that made her look close to skinny. He couldn’t believe he was staring at the lady he loved.

‘How had she become like that?’ he thought painfully.

He moved closer to where she was standing and gave her a tight and warm embrace without saying anything, because he had so much to say to her and as well as nothing. Her body wrapped entirely into his huge body frame, and he tried hard not to cry hard on her shoulders.

He didn’t lash out or complain. He didn’t yell at her and ask her angrily where she had been all these days, while making everyone so worried about her. Nor did he scold her for not telling anyone about the state of her health. He just held her so tightly in his arms like his life depended on it.

She remained in the spot and allowed him to hold her tenderly, because she had missed him so terribly that she was trying hard to pull back the tears that had pooled behind her eyes. But it was really hard. She burst into tears before she realized it.

It was heart-wrenching for Dalton to see her in that manner, and quickly took her away from the spot before attention would be drawn to them which might cause a scandal. He decided to go on the best tour with her in his private jet to do everything she had been wanting to do her entire life. To anywhere she wanted to go in her life.

They visited the largest mall in the world, went skydiving with her, scuba diving, movie night, a museum, an aquarium, a private dinner date, galleries, tours and so many fun things that one could think of. They also visited so many trips in a few days to her dream countries and tourist attractions, with her loving every moment of it while Dalton’s heart was buried in pain.

Every smile he flashed at her whenever they were together having fun, were painful ones because he was so held by trepidation of what was going on in her body and in her head.

‘What she wanted to do. What her plans were, and what she was thinking.’

He knew that the chance she was coming back to remain with him was a very slim one, but she wasn’t mentioning anything to him and he couldn’t ask either. She just enjoyed every place that he took her to, and ate every new dish from the countries they went to without compromising the taste or appearance.

Ariana didn’t want to say anything and just loved the moments that she was having with just Dalton, even if she could feel her symptoms get worse and her pain increase even more. She pretended to be fine and smiled brightly whenever he was with her, while she cried painfully in the bathtub every night whenever he was out of the suite they were staying at.

On the seventh day of being away from their world and just being by themselves, they were having wine by themselves in an underwater suite as their last day touring around because the anniversary was in a few days and Ariana insisted on attending with him.

She was crouched between his arms on the bed and all his eyes could watch was the hair tie she had around her head for days.

“Anything you wanna talk about?” She started up a conversation, when she realized that they have not had private time to themselves talking, rather than talking about the fun places they went. She probably wanted to hear him ask those questions she had been dreading to hear.

“Nothing much. I just like being here with you,” he concealed, continuing the conversation because it wasn’t something that he was ready for. He could not handle the pressure of talking about them at that point in time. “What would you like your anniversary dress to be made of?” He asked instead.

“Aren’t you going to ask me where I had been for so many days without telling anyone, and then come back to act like everything is fine?” She pressed on her interest in the topic again even if she was scared of the outcome, but he didn’t seem like he was ready for a conversation at all.

“I’m fine as long as you are back,” he smiled and hugged her tightly so that she wouldn’t put too much pressure on herself, if she was bothered about why he was different from his usual self.

She slowly unwrapped his hands that were around her body, and lifted her body from the bed as she turned to face him. Her eyes interlocked with his own beautiful eyes, and it was not so difficult for her to know that there was so much sadness around his eyes.

‘He probably knew everything already, she guessed.

Her warm hands cupped both his cheeks softly as a stiff smile crept her lips, while they stared at one another with no words to say at the moment. It was probably then that she realized that it would have been so hard not to fall for Dalton.

“Dalton,” she called his name softly with the words escaping her lips as a whisper.

“Yeah,” he replied in the same manner, like they were in some kind of place where their voices could never be heard.

“I am dyin…..”

His lips pressed on hers as soon as she let out her words, giving her no chance to say anything more. He wanted her to say no more. He probably would not be able to bear the words that came out of her mouth.

Her fumbling hands wrapped around his back as she pushed her head closer to him to allow him more access, because she had craved so badly for him and yearned desperately for his touch.

He devoured her mouth instantly, and found her as hungry for him as he was for her. Unreserved fire and passion met him incredibly, as his tongue plunged between her lips, tasted her, and found her tongue twined around his.

His hands drove into her voluminous dark hair grabbing handfuls of it and crushed her mouth to his as her strong fingers slid into his hair to pull his mouth down against hers. Her body seemed to melt against his, and he could feel her. The fullness of her. The supple length of her against him.

Her hand worked magic on the flowered dress that she was wearing as they broke from the kiss to take a breath, pulling it over her head and hurling it to the floor immediately. She was left in just her tiny red lacy lingerie that barely covered her body efficiently.

Blindly, he grabbed her body tenderly close to his as he needed her pliant body hard against his, and to feel the press of her firm, full breasts against his chest as he wedged a thigh between hers. The need to touch, be touched, to take and give, nearly overwhelmed him.

Hunger surged inside him.

Ariana ached. It had been so long since she’d been touched. So long since she’d wanted to be. It felt as if she couldn’t get close enough to him, that she strained against his body and the press of his broad chest as they kissed even more.

The touch of his hands so warm on her bare skin sent another burst of heat straight to Ariana’s core, and made it ache as a moan escaped her lips. Tortuously on her collarbone and neck his lips trailed and kissed as it worked its way down to her cleavage.

His hands further rubbed on her back gently and slowly as it unhooked the red lacy bra that she was wearing, and it released her soft bouncy flesh before the eyesight of him as his eyes watered in awe of its beauty. It made his breath hitch and made him gasp softly.

“Oh Dalton,” Ariana whimpered. She had never felt such a tingling sensation before, and the feeling was driving her crazy with pleasure.

Their eyes locked so much in love staring at one another as his hands cupped her aching breast and grazed gently on her nipples, which made her lips moan his name out loud as he kissed her to prevent her from screaming any further. His hands, still working their way skillfully on her body.

Ariana felt the soft warmth of the fluid that lurked between her legs.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Mmmm. Oh damn! Dalt…..” Ariana moaned, “Fuck! Dalton. Oh my…..” She cried, feeling yet another climax build inside of her.

He closed his hands around her waist, her skin soft and silky to the touch, and sought out the curve of her waist and the arch of her ribs. He tightened his hands, and pulled her closer as her mouth moved beneath his, nibbled, sucked. He groaned as her skin heated at his touch.

‘Shit! How much she missed that.’

Her hands worked his shirt out of the way down to his trousers, while his fingers teased between her legs that made her grit her teeth so tightly. She was struggling to focus on what she was doing with her face burning crimson, of what he was doing and how he was circling her womanhood. She jolted like she had been struck by a lightning of electricity.

“Just get started darling,” he uttered with a grin on his face, as he swirled his tongue around her belly button, forming a trail to her moistened core as he licked her there and flicked his tongue backward and forth making her quiver even more.

“Shit! Oh good…” Ariana grit her teeth again and tried to contain the intense pleasure her body was releasing. At every stroke of his tongue, she lost breath.

Oxygen was deprived from every necessary part of her body, the moment one of his fingers slipped into her tight core which made her moan. He slipped in another, and increased the speed of the fingers which made her scream in intense pleasure.

Soon, both of them crouched against the bed intertwined with their naked body rubbing on one another, as he poked her down below introducing his full length into her warmth slowly.

“Fuck shiiii….” Ariana wailed, pinching her eyes close and allowing herself to adjust to him.

Dalton locked his lips with hers again as they kissed passionately, while he rocked back and forth below her making her moans increase pace.

He quickened the pace of his strokes, still with her pleasure in mind, as her hips gyrated slowly and skillfully around him, maximizing pleasure. Her lips didn’t cease letting out words that she didn’t even know that she was capable of saying.

Her body spasmed again for the nth time as she dug her nails into his back as he continued his strokes.

“Aria!” Dalton hollered as his body bucked, sending him into a tailspin as he filled her up with his release. He groaned and remained on the spot still buried in her, while Ariana was still overcome by the beautiful feeling of the unadulterated pleasure her body had just felt.

“I love you so much, Aria,” Dalton blurted out suddenly as he slowly separated from her, and she smiled bitterly and cried in her heart pained that she ended up falling for the man that she should have made sure to be the end of. “I love you so much more than I can explain with words,” he conceded again and again.

Their bodies rested in the dim room as they lay in the bed with Ariana cuddled into Dalton’s warm embrace, as he kissed her forehead gently as she seemed to be sleeping already. He was more scared than ever.

‘What was next?’ he wondered endlessly.