However, Dylanâs desires seemed to be ignited.
He boldly slid his hand beneath the bedsheet, exploring Oliviaâs voluptuous and soft body.
The sensation of her flesh against his fingertips only fueled his excitement further.
However, it wasnât solely driven by lust; rather, it was merely a physiological response.
In truth, Dylan had abstained from sexual activity for over six months.
Perhaps due to the weight of his psychological burden, he hadnât even indulged in self-pleasure in recent months.
Yet, the moment his hand grazed Oliviaâs skin, his body reacted instinctively.
Meanwhile, he battled fiercely to restrain himself, struggling against the surge of desire that threatened to overwhelm him.
On the other hand, Olivia sensed Dylanâs body shift and muttered curses under her breath.
Afraid of ruffling Oliviaâs feathers, Dylan refrained from making any advances.
Instead, he gently clasped her waist and asked softly, âAre you going to breastfeed Eason?â
A N G E L A âs L I B R A R Y
With a suppressed growl, Olivia snapped, âGet up first!â
Though Dylan didnât exert any pressure on her, Olivia could sense his arousal stirring, even though there was a sheet between them.
Sensing Oliviaâs impending tantrum, Dylan gently kissed her cheek and reluctantly released her.
At that moment, Eason woke up and let out a cry.
Brimming with energy, the Little boy thrashed about, kicking off his blanket as his cries grew louder.
Dylan rushed over to soothe the baby boy.
After inspecting the diaper and finding it clean, he surmised that the little one must be hungry.
Cradling the infant tenderly, he attempted to calm him down, but Eason remained unconvinced, continuing to wail unabatedly.
As Dylan looked at his little boy, his lips curved into a contented smile.
Eason had a complexion as pure as porcelain, his features delicate and refined.
The boy undoubtedly inherited his fatherâs genes, with slender limbs to match.
Already measuring in at fifty-eight centimeters at birth, it was evident that he would outgrow his peers in stature as he grew up.
Dylan turned towards Olivia and was about to speak.
However, before he could say anything, she beat him to it.
âCould you hand him over, please?â
Surprised, Dylan asked, âYou want to feed him yourself?â
Now that she had regained her strength, Olivia sat upright on the bed and countered, âDo you think you can help me with this Dylan was left momentarily speechless by her remark.
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He approached with Eason in his arms.
Olivia didnât shy away as she undid her top, revealing her bare breast.
As she did, Dylan gingerly passed the baby boy to her.
Once nestled in Oliviaâs embrace, Eason eagerly latched on, suckling with voracious hunger.
The interplay of sound and sight was nothing short of breathtaking.
Dylan softly lamented, âI wish I could lend a hand with that.
However, I donât have the boobs.
â
Focused on feeding little Eason, Olivia retorted playfully, âStop acting like a rascal, Dylan.
â
With a tender smile, Dylan settled on the bedâs edge, offering his shoulder for Olivia to lean on, ensuring her comfort while tending to the infant.
Initially hesitant, Olivia relented.