Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 574

Chapter 574: Fear and Want (r-18)

For a long moment, she lay there, a boneless, sweat-drenched heap on the dusty floorboards, her bronze skin glistening like it had been oiled under the single bulb’s amber haze, every curve and hollow catching the light in slow, wet streaks.

My face was still painted with her, thick, creamy evidence cooling in tacky rivers across my cheeks, chin, and lips, the taste of her cunt so thick on my tongue that swallowing felt like drinking her all over again. The air was a humid, suffocating cloud of pure sex, raw, animal, her musk so heavy it clung to the back of my throat with every breath.

Then, slowly, she pushed herself up on trembling elbows, the movement languid, feline, every muscle in her back and shoulders rippling under the sheen of sweat that traced the delicate, sinful curve of her spine like liquid gold.

Her eyes--glazed, heavy-lidded, pupils blown so wide the irises were thin rings of molten brown--found mine. The feral dominance was gone. The commanding hauteur had evaporated. In its place was raw, primal awe, the look of a woman who had just been fucked by something divine and was still trying to process the miracle.

She looked at me not as prey she had conquered, but as a god she had been allowed to taste, her breath hitching in tiny, reverent gasps that made her flushed, mauled tits quiver with each inhale, nipples still bearing the angry red imprints of my fingers.

She crawled forward on hands and knees, not seductive, but reverent, like a supplicant approaching an altar she knew she was unworthy of, floorboards creaking under her weight, dust swirling in the lamplight like incense around a sacrifice.

Her fingers were still trembling from the orgasms I’d ripped out of her, nails chipped and bloody from clawing my scalp, found the hem of my shirt. Knuckles brushed the hard, sweat-slick plane of my stomach, and she actually whimpered at the contact, like touching me was a privilege she hadn’t earned.

And then she tore it.

The sound of expensive cotton shredding was a sharp, wet RRRRRIP that cracked through the room like a whip, fibers snapping like tiny bones. She yanked it apart with both hands, buttons exploding across the floor like gunfire, pinging off the peeling walls and disappearing into the shadows. She didn’t care.

Her only focus was the skin beneath.

The shirt fell away, and my torso was revealed--planed muscle, sharp ridges of abs contracting under her starving gaze, the thick slab of my chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, every inch of me still humming with the power that had just destroyed her.

"Jesus fucking Christ..." she breathed, voice a cracked, trembling whisper of pure worship, the word shaking on lips still swollen and shining with her own cum. Her eyes were wet, tears of awe gathering at the corners as she drank me in.

She leaned in, not to kiss, but to worship.

Her hands, no longer clawing but trembling with reverence, traced the deep lines of my abs, palms gliding over sweat-slick ridges, fingertips dipping into the valleys between each muscle like she was reading braille written by a god. Her touch was shaking, almost frightened, as if she was scared the muscle would vanish if she pressed too hard.

Then her mouth followed.

Her tongue was hot, wet velvet, a paintbrush of pure devotion, tracing the deep V that arrowed down from my hips, leaving glistening trails that cooled instantly in the stale air.

She pressed open-mouthed kisses along the hard ridges of my stomach, tasting the salt of my sweat mixed with her own slick still smeared across my skin, moaning low and constant, the vibration humming straight into my balls.

"So perfect," she murmured against my skin, words hot and damp, breath fogging just above my navel. "You’re carved from fucking marble... my beautiful, perfect minor man..." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Her hands moved upward, splaying across my chest, thumbs brushing my nipples.

The touch sent a white-hot wire of pleasure straight to my cock, making it jerk and leak against my stomach. She noticed, a small, wicked, worshipful smile blooming on her cum-slick lips, and she did it again, harder, nails scraping over the sensitive peaks until they stood hard and aching.

She leaned in, capturing one nipple between her teeth, tongue swirling, sucking, biting down just hard enough to make me hiss, the sharp sting shooting straight to my balls and making my cock throb so hard a thick rope of precum spilled out and ran down the shaft.

She moaned at the taste of it on her lips when she switched to the other nipple, licking, sucking, biting, marking me like I’d marked her, her hands roaming, worshipping, memorizing every inch of the body that had just ruined her.

And through it all, her eyes never left mine, wide, wet, full of something that looked a lot like devotion, a lot like surrender, and a whole lot like the moment a predator realizes it’s become the prey.

Her impatience was a palpable thing, a frantic energy crackling in the air. Her fingers fumbled with the heavy leather of my belt, the buckle groaning in protest (metal clinking, leather creaking) before the prong finally popped free with a sharp snap.

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