Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Love and Devotion

I moved

Not the careful strokes of before. This was possession, but a possession born of overwhelming love. A slow, grinding withdrawal, almost all the way out, letting her feel every thick inch dragging against her hypersensitive flesh. Her breath hitched, a small gasp that was a prayer.

Then I powered back in, deep and hard, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth, relentless thrust. It was a homecoming.

"Fuck!" The guttural roar was torn from me as her body convulsed around me, a perfect, silky sheath accepting me completely. Her cry was sharper this time, higher, laced with shock and a dawning wave of pleasure that warred with the deep, internal ache. It was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.

"Peter!" My name on her lips was a shattered gasp, a testament to her surrender. Her nails dug deeper into my shoulders, scoring lines of fire that grounded me to this moment, to her.

I set a rhythm. Deep. Deep. Circling my hips at the apex of each thrust, grinding the thick, blunt head of my cock against that spot deep inside that made her whole body seize. I felt it – the subtle shift in pressure, the way her tissues yielded and clenched around my shaft as I rotated, not just testing her, but learning her, memorizing the map of her pleasure, claiming every hidden inch in an act of worship.

My ass flexed with each powerful drive, the muscles coiling and releasing, propelling the punishing depth, but my heart was soaring. The bed groaned under us, a rhythmic protest matching my thrusts.

Wet, slick sounds filled the air – the obscene music of virgin flesh yielding to experienced cock, our bodies speaking a language older than words.

Her moans changed, grew wilder. No longer just gasps or cries, they became continuous, breathy whimpers that climbed in pitch with every deep circle I ground into her, sounds of complete abandon.

"Oh god... oh god... Peter... please..." A high, breathy keen escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated need that was forged from love and trust. Her body arched off the bed, a desperate, beautiful bow, pressing those gorgeous breasts harder against my chest, offering herself to me completely.

Sweat slicked her skin, the scent of it sharp and primal in the air, letting me slide against her, the friction a delicious, wet torture that drew shuddering moans from us both. My needy, beautiful love.

I shifted my grip, bringing both hands up to cup her face, my thumbs stroking her tear-streaked cheeks, forcing her dazed, tear-bright eyes to meet mine. I needed to see her soul.

"Take it, Emma," I growled, my voice rough gravel, but my heart was an open wound of love for her. "All of it. This is what you begged for. This is what we were made for." I drove into her harder, faster, the circle grinding deeper, hitting that spot dead center, punching a sharp cry from her throat. "Tell me who owns this tight little beautiful cunt, dear sis."

"You!" The word was a scream ripped from her throat, raw and ragged as her body bowed violently, but it was more than an answer; it was a vow. "You do! Oh god, Peter, it’s... it’s too much! Deeeperrr! Please, I can’t..." A choked sob interrupted her plea, a sound of being shattered and remade.

She thrashed beneath me, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me deeper even as her hands pushed weakly at my chest. Contradictory chaos. Her eyes rolled back, unfocused, lost in the overwhelming storm I was creating for her, for us.

"Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! More! Give me more!" she sobbed, the pleas tumbling over each other, desperate and incoherent, a symphony of broken moans and whimpers that told me she was right there with me, lost in our shared world.

The sight of her unraveling for me, the sound of her begging for more of the pleasure only I could give her, the feeling of her virgin pussy clenching and rippling around my relentless cock – it was incendiary. I slammed into her, abandoning the circles for raw, powerful strokes, our bodies meeting in a frantic, loving rhythm.

My hips became a piston, driving deep, pulling out almost fully, then burying myself to the balls in a hard, fast rhythm.

Thwack-thwack-thwack.

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