Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 266

Chapter 266: After the Storm

The rose-colored smoke that had surrounded Eros began to dissipate like morning mist, taking with it the supernatural radiance that had made him look like desire incarnate. His silver eyes faded back to their familiar enhanced gold, his luminous skin returning to its normal warmth. The predatory grace remained, but tempered now with something far more human.

He looked around the hotel suite with dawning awareness of the chaos he’d unleashed. The bed frame had collapsed entirely; expensive linens scattered across the floor in shredded ribbons. Chunks of plaster from the walls lay scattered like snow, and the air still carried the heavy scent of their shared intensity.

Madison lay curled on her side among the ruins of Egyptian cotton sheets, her breathing finally settling into something approaching normal. Her dark hair was plastered to her face with sweat, and her skin bore the evidence of their marathon encounter—marks that would fade but memories that wouldn’t.

Amanda had collapsed near the destroyed wall, her chest rising and falling in exhausted rhythm. She looked peaceful despite everything, like someone who’d finally found rest after years of restless searching.

Both women were completely spent, their bodies pushed beyond every limit they’d thought they possessed.

"ARIA," Eros whispered, his voice a low gravelly hum – rough from three hours of primal intensity yet soft as velvet for her ears alone. "Dim the lights... seventy-two degrees. Like dawn."

The suite dissolved into a warm, golden amber, the air shifting to a perfect, calming embrace. Eros moved not just with strength, but with a reverence that made each step a prayer. He lifted Madison first, not as a weight, but as something infinitely precious, cradling her sweat-sheened body against the hardened plane of his chest like a sacred offering.

Her eyes, heavy-lidded, fluttered open, unfocused but brimming with profound contentment. "Hey," she breathed, the word a fragile promise.

"Hey, beautiful," he murmured back, his voice a balm. His thumb, calloused from battle yet impossibly gentle, swept damp strands of her light kissed hair from her forehead, lingering on her temple. Every touch was a language of devotion. "Talk to me. How are you feeling?"

Madison’s weak smile was sunlight breaking through storm clouds. "Like... I was remade. In a hurricane." Her fingers brushed the side of his neck, seeking purchase. "A glorious, perfect hurricane."

Eros’s chest tightened, a fierce, protective wave swelling beneath the lingering echoes of lust. It was love, raw and overwhelming, threatening to spill over.

"I’m... sorry if I was too much. If I lost myself... and dragged you under." The vulnerability in his confession was a stark contrast to the power that had surged through moments before.

Madison’s hand cupped his jaw, her thumb tracing the line of it with a tenderness that stopped his heart. "You were exactly everything I needed, to be in that moment," she whispered, her gaze holding his, seeing past the god to the man. The fear. The love.

"You didn’t drag me. You carried me. Never apologize for that."

He turned his head, pressing a lingering, reverent kiss into her palm, sealing her words into his skin. "Always," he vowed against her skin. Then, with the same infinite care, he moved to Amanda. She stirred as his arms swept beneath her, instinctively nestling into the shelter of his embrace without resistance, her body recognizing its sanctuary.

"Is it... over?" Amanda asked, her voice thick with exhaustion and a dawning sense of profound safety.

"It’s done, my Goddess," Eros affirmed, settling her onto the plush couch beside Madison with the delicacy of placing a jewel. He adjusted a pillow behind her head. "You’re safe. Both of you. Held."

He moved again, a silent guardian disappearing into the bathroom. He returned not just with warm washcloths and cool water, but with an aura of profound peace. Kneeling beside them on the plush carpet, his movements were slow, ritualistic. The scent of lavender from the cloths filled the air, a balm for frayed nerves.

He began with Madison, the warm cloth soothing over her temple, down her neck, tracing the elegant line of her collarbone. Each pass was worship, cleansing away the intensity, leaving only warmth and care behind.

"Eros, you don’t—" Amanda started, her voice thick.

"Shhh," he hushed her softly, his eyes meeting hers, deep wells of unwavering affection. "After tonight... let me serve you. Let me care for what’s mine. What I cherish." The intensity in his gaze wasn’t demand; it was fierce, protective devotion.

Madison watched his hands move, her expression softening into something profound, vulnerable. "You know what I adore most about you?" she said, her voice thick with emotion.

He paused, cloth still against Amanda’s shoulder, his full attention on Madison. "Tell me."

Amanda nodded, leaning into his touch as he gently cleaned a smudge from her cheekbone. "He didn’t take," she added her voice awed. "He offered. And asked... and made sure we knew we could say no. Even then."

They had chosen him. All of him.

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