Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Chapter 115 Recounting The Dream (2)**

Virelle's POVIt was a deadly figure who seemed all too familiar to me but this time instead of fear only whispers of revenge ringed in my ears.

Vengeance ignited within me in its fierce and all-consuming form. But before I could react, Ethan's body slipped from my grasp and crumpled lifelessly to the ground. Before I could process anything further, it was dragged by the chain connecting the bloody sickle.

"Nooo! You bastard!" My voice was a guttural roar that tore through the sky in a blend of rage and heartbreak until suddenly…

I was jolted awake.

Gasping for breath, I sat upright and found myself drenched in cold sweat. The oppressive darkness of the Abyssal Sanctum was gone and was replaced by the familiar comfort of my chamber.

The familiar dark and heavy curtains shrouded my bed and their dark folds formed a stark contrast to the vivid nightmare I had just escaped.

I touched my face and my fingers brushed against the tear-streaked trails etched into my skin.

It seems that all I have done from last night to this morning is only crying and nothing else.

I smiled wryly but suddenly my heart raced as I frantically

A loud and unrestrained moan tore from my throat as his strong suction sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

I arched my back instinctively and pressed my chest closer to his face as I felt a trickle of my drool that was still mingling with his saliva escape the corner of my mouth.

Usually, I removed my inner upper undergarment when I slept at night due to the tight and uncomfortable feeling I felt on my nipples.

So, without the undergarment, my nipples were always highlighted through the thin sleepwear.

I trembled like a person caught in the throes of a lightning strike as he sucked my breasts hungrily like a baby.

His hands moved again. One of them slid around my waist while the other pressed firmly against my back as they held me in place and allowed him to continue his relentless assault.

My nightwear clung to my skin which was now wet and translucent where his mouth had been.

I could almost feel the heat of his breath against my bare nipple and the sensation was almost too much to bear.

My body trembled and my body beneath my waist felt weak as he suckled with a force that left me lightheaded.

He pressed his face between my breasts and I flushed with shame as almost half of his face vanished deep in my cleavage.

I panted as my chest heaved but he seemed to be in a deep sleep as he didn't awaken even after such an intense action.

Feeling his unrestrained sucking, I unconsciously ducked my head and whispered in a low voice as if someone would hear me.

"There is no milk...Brother Ethan… please, not so hard…"

But he didn't stop. Instead, he mumbled something incoherent and his words came out slurred and muffled against my breast.

I leaned closer as I tried to make sense of his sleep-addled murmurs.

"Nama...Aama..."

I didn't understand the meaning of his sudden mumbles as they were blurred and jumbled due to the obstruction from my breasts.