Chapter 597

Molly knew that Roy’s soft demeanor was only surface-level; when it came to sex, he turned bold in an instant.

As their lips and tongues tangled, Molly’s high heels fell to the floor.

She wrapped her legs around Roy’s waist, her hands resting on his neck, while her fingers toyed with the wolf ears that had popped up. Lately, these soft ears had become her favorite obsession.

At the pinch, Roy let out a low groan.

He stripped off Molly’s coat and nuzzled her neck. He’d vowed not to lose control like last time, but even with gentler motions, his kisses left vivid marks on her collarbone.

Roy had held back for far too long. Kissing Molly felt like a desperate attempt to ease the hunger, yet it only burned brighter. He laid her on the sofa, his hands roaming over her waist.

“Momo, you smoked,” Roy murmured against her lower lip, his voice ragged.

It was a light, feminine cigarette, faint enough to almost miss–but Roy’s nose was sharp.

He added, “And there’s the scent of other men on you.”

Molly knew this was his real concern. “I went home today. My mother threw a party.”

Roy’s grip on her waist tightened. “Did other men hit on you?”

Molly arched an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying. The party was Hillary’s attempt at a blind date, after all–every man there had come hoping to win her over. A few had even tried to chat her up, asking for a dance.

She softened her posture, a playful smile curving her lips. “I’m beautiful, powerful, and wealthy. Men line up to seduce me. You gonna get jealous every time?”

Roy answered with a searing kiss, his silence a clear admission. If other men lusted after her, he would seethe–but soon enough, the entire upper crust of Ustrana would know–Molly was his. He planned to announce their relationship before they returned home.

“I’m jealous because I love you,” Roy said, determined to overwrite every trace of those other men with his own scent. Truth be told, their smell was faint - his senses were just that sharp.

Molly let him mark her as he pleased. “Do you know? You’re the only one who could ever seduce me.”

Roy paused, his lips hovering over her waist, eyes blazing with excitement. He crashed his mouth against hers again, gasping, “Momo, hands.”

Molly understood. Even her phone calls hadn’t been enough to make him climax. The weeks of teasing had trained him well—without her, he couldn’t release. She ruffled his hair. “Carry me to bed.”

Roy scrambled up, lifting her into his arms. Their figures vanished from the first floor. Molly left her coat and heels strewn in the hallway. A flash of white lace peeked from beneath her shirt, hinting at something far more provocative underneath.

Shermaine’s days after returning home were spent dominating industry events. Her comeback was undoubtedly a cause for celebration in Wallington.

Amidst the busyness, she didn’t neglect her “daughter.” When Dave saw Shermaine, his eyes darted away nervously. Gracie could now crawl steadily and was currently playing with toys in her little playpen.

Gracie had no love for fuzzy stuffed animals—she preferred toy cars and robots. Anything she could take apart, she adored.

“What are you guilty of?” Shermaine asked.

Dave fluttered over to her. “A week ago, I sensed an aura radiating from the Pacific Ocean. It felt familiar.”

Shermaine shrugged. “A Vampire Clan member from Valmora sent it. I crippled her in Avalmere, so she activated the signal.

Dave’s expression soured at the mention of the Vampire Clan. “Figures. They’re the worst–all they want is to capture me and exploit my power."

On hearing this, Shermaine glanced at Dave. “I thought you were kind of badass.”

Dave said, “Their abilities are too abnormal. Warriors above S-level will awaken their own talents, and the talents of the Vampire Clan royal family are just bad for me.”

His ability was time and space travel, and the ability of the Vampire Clan royal family was the exact opposite of his. As long as his domain space was activated, Dave couldn’t escape.

Dave said pitifully, “Sheary, you must not let them capture me back. I will be miserable, really, really miserable.” He thought, “I definitely don’t want to be their tool."

Shermaine’s tone was calm. “In twenty years, I’ll be old.” Forty was the time for her to retire and enjoy a quiet life.

Dave pouted, then switched to flattery. “You’ll never look old. And even if you did, you’d still be a warrior god.”

Shermaine laughed, glancing at Gracie. “You’d be better off begging her.” Her daughter was brilliant, destined to be a pillar of the world when she grew up.

Dave trotted over to Gracie, putting on his cutest act. But Gracie hated squishy things. When a fluffy blur drifted toward her, she tossed it aside without a second thought. Dave realized winning Gracie’s help might be harder than he’d thought.

In Ustrana, the night was hazy, moonlight veiled by clouds. Molly grabbed a tissue from the nightstand to wipe her hands. Roy pulled her close, pressing kisses to her flushed palms.

He trailed kisses up her arm to her collarbone, drunk on the intimacy, never enough. “Momo… do you want forever with me?”

Molly looped her arms around his neck. “You tell me.”

He drawled her name, but she held back, teasing him.

Roy pointed to his lips, then his hands, then himself. “Which do you want?”

Molly smiled, brushing his soft, naturally pink lips. “Can you even use these?”

Roy’s lips were a vivid, natural red–so striking people often asked if he wore lipstick. He never had. Once, it had even drawn offers from wealthy women, but he’d declined.

He didn’t need their money. But if Molly wanted to “keep” him, he’d leap at the chance.

Roy nodded, grinning.

Molly licked her lips, pretending to think–until Roy’s kisses wandered lower, reigniting the fire. The wind scattered the clouds, deepening the night.

She’d trained him well, she thought. The intense pleasure left her dizzy, a mix of amusement and affection. This boy–naive yet cunning—had captured her completely, not to mention his patience was impressive.

She relented; there was no point in holding back. Kicking Roy gently, she signaled her surrender.

He looked up, lips glistening, and laughed as he rolled them both under the covers. “Changing your mind?”

Molly nodded. “If you’re good, I’ll take back what I said about you being ‘useless.’" She wiped his lips. “Go on–be wild.”