Chapter 1558 - 1550: Wherever the Gaze Reaches, There Lies Eternity: He Takes the Initiative

"Sister-in-law, this is the last time!"

"Alright," a single word fell, as Violet Zimmerman curved her lips. In the soft halo, the curve of her lips was beautiful, so beautiful that... the young man couldn’t help but lower his handsome face.

In the past half month, it was always the sister-in-law who took the initiative. This last time, let him take the lead.

Thin lips pressed down, landing on Violet Zimmerman’s lips, gently kissing with careful tenderness.

He was a man, feeling anxious and uneasy while doing this, and as a woman, the sister-in-law must be even more tormented inside.

Between tender kisses, the young man tentatively extended his tongue, tracing Violet Zimmerman’s lips over and over, his palm resting on the small of her back, massaging gently.

The warmth from his palm spread along her back, not too hot, yet it felt warm, reaching straight to the heart, as if that half-frozen heart suddenly had warmth.

Violet Zimmerman tilted her head, actively responding to the young man’s clumsy kisses, a gentle murmur spilling between their lips.

"This time, I’ll take the initiative,"

"Alright," again, just one word, as Violet closed her eyes, tightly holding onto the young man’s neck, her lips lifting in a smile as she was kissed.

Suddenly, her feet were off the ground, lifted up by the young man. He was still a student, tall and lean, yet his arms were strong, carrying Violet Zimmerman steadily towards the bed, his warm lips never leaving hers.

In the next room, the lights were off, and in the darkness, a pinpoint of light flickered now and then at the window. It was the glow of a lit cigarette, flashing, as Daxton Lancaster stood by the window, smoking against the backdrop of the night outside.

The initial exclamation and displeasure of his brother Joseph Lancaster when he just came over transmitted through the wall, then... there was nothing more, perhaps he had already started getting down to business. His wife, Violet Zimmerman, knowing he was just next door, didn’t make too much noise...

In the darkness, Daxton Lancaster’s expression was unclear, but the silhouette hidden in the shadows was cold and stern.

His misty eyes looked out of the window, while the fingers holding the ashtray tightened.

Next door, Violet was gently placed on the bed, and the young man’s slender body followed, his warm lips descending again. His long fingers slipped under her nightgown, caressing her waist back and forth.

Having done this a few times, the young man had already gained some experience. He propped himself on one arm, gazing down at Violet, who was also fixated on him, his speech laced with an unconscious longing and reluctance.

"...It’s the last time, fully feel me,"

Violet did not speak. Suddenly, she hooked Joseph Lancaster’s neck, bringing his handsome face to her, kissing his lips deeply and sucking heavily.

Everyone has a rebellious streak, which is exposed when pushed. Clearly aware that her husband Daxton Lancaster was next door, Violet deliberately twisted her waist, continuously urging, "Harder, harder..."

No one can remain rational while doing this, especially Joseph Lancaster, a blood-boiling young man in the prime of his youth.

Daxton Lancaster’s smoking motion came to a halt, his fingers pausing in mid-air.

His grip on the ashtray tightened further, while next door, the woman’s intoxicating moans seeped into his ears like fine needles, filled with a mix of pleasure and pain, but to Daxton Lancaster’s ears, it was a suffocating sound.

Breathing became difficult, his throat felt strangled, unable to take a breath.

His heart also felt gripped in someone’s hand, being wantonly tormented, as if it might be mercilessly torn apart at any moment.