Chapter 116 Recounting The Dream (3)**

Ethan's POVSo, I ducked my head and listened to it closely again.

"Mama..."

I was shocked and embarrassed as I finally realized what he was mumbling in his sucking.

His words hit me like a punch to the gut.

My cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and something else I couldn't quite name.

He thinks I was his mother.

The realization sent a strange pang through my chest and I could only see it as a blend of pity and affection that I couldn't ignore.

The sweet but horrible memories of my nightmare flashed through my mind and without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him as I pulled him closer.

His face pressed deeper into my cleavage, and he responded with renewed eagerness and his hands tightened around me as he continued to suckle.

As I held him, a troubling thought struck me.

I know so little about him. His past, his family, his true identity—all of it is a mystery. Who is he, really? And why did he call out for his mother in his sleep?

I was thinking about these things while patting his head when he suddenly stopped.

I looked down and found him staring up at me with his eyes wide and filled with a mixture of shock and confusion.

My nipple was still in his mouth, and for a moment neither of us moved.

Seeing his astonished expression, a mischievous impulse took hold of me.

I tilted my head as a teasing smile played on my lips.

"Oh, what happened to Mama's boy? Why did you stop sucking baby?"

His face flushed a deep red and his eyes darted away as if

I knew any resistance by me was pointless yet I couldn't stop myself from trying to cover my chest.

My arms trembled as I crossed them over my breasts but Ethan was relentless. With effortless strength, he pinned my wrists above the bed's headrest and his push forced me to lean back against it.

A burning feeling of shame coursed through me and my body felt like I was on fire as both of my hands were hung above my head and I lay naked from my waist up.

My breath hitched as I looked down and as if annunciating their presence, my pink nipples stood taut and expectant under his unwavering gaze that seemed laser-focused on them.

They seemed to betray me and hardened under his scrutiny as if eager for his attention.

This time he didn't act in haste as he seemed more sober than before. He finally tore his eyes from my breasts and met my gaze with a wicked smirk that sent a jolt through me.

"Virelle," he said in a low and teasing voice, "I will have to punish these naughty tits of yours."

I felt embarrassed as I had not faced anything like this in my whole life but a dark ache simultaneously burned within me at his crass words.

To my sudden horror, I found myself instinctively jutting out my breasts forward as if offering them to him.

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He laughed softly and didn't tease me anymore as he brought his face close to my breasts. Feeling his warm breath, goosebumps rose on my skin.

Looking at my eyes he opened his mouth and teasingly flicked my left nipple with his tongue.

I shuddered as a desperate need to press his face deeper into my chest surged within me but my hands remained trapped above in his vice grip.

Tears welled in my eyes as a mix of humiliation and something else I couldn't quite understand rolled within my heart.

"Brother Ethan," I gasped as my voice trembled, "please… free me. I won't do it again…"

His gaze locked onto mine and he paused for a second. For a moment, the thought that he might relent crossed my mind.

But instead, he released my wrists only to afterward pull me into his lap. My arms instinctively wrapped around his head as I pressed his face into my chest.

"Harder…" I whispered in need and the words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them.

He obeyed without hesitation as his mouth closed around my nipple and sucked harder as his fingers pinched and teased the other.

I was lost in a realm of unbelievable pleasure that I didn't even know existed when I suddenly felt a thing poking between my inner thighs.

My hand instinctively slid down and brushed against the fabric of his black pants. The hardness beneath that was forming a tent was unmistakable and my heart raced as the realization dawned on me.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar itch started blooming between my legs in my forbidden place and it demanded my attention.

An immediate urge to rub my aching and itching pussy formed in my mind but I resisted that urge and felt for the belt that bound his pants.

My hands fumbled around as I tried to undo it. He seemed to know what I was trying to do as he moved his other hand from my waist and joined mine to help me untie his belt.

Once again, I felt the familiar weight of his arousal as the heat and hardness of it sent a rush of excitement through me. But this time, I needed no guidance.

My hand moved on its own and started stroking his dick in a rhythm that matched the frantic pounding of my heart.