Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81: Her ~ (R-18)

I kissed down her collarbone, letting my lips trail after a bead of water gliding along her skin. I followed that drop like it was a map to heaven—down the hollow of her throat, over the swell of her chest—until I caught it with my tongue, slow and deliberate.

And that’s when her legs finally gave out.

She gasped and grabbed for me like she needed something to survive it, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I let her fall into me, hands leaving her wrists to wrap around her waist, guiding her body like it belonged to me already. My thumbs slid under her top, teasing the soft, heated skin just above her hips.

That’s when she moaned.

"Ahhhhhh~~~~" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Holy fuck.

That sound was the kind of thing you could sell to the gods. Raw and cracked open. Like the sound of someone waking up after years of numbness. Like she didn’t know if it hurt or healed—but she didn’t care either way.

I wanted to make her do it again. And again. And again, until the walls remembered her moans echos.

I moved slow, steady—back to her top, fingers nimble with a confidence I hadn’t earned but definitely owned now. One clean motion and the hook came undone like it’d been waiting for me.

The top slipped off her shoulders and hit the marble with a soft, soaked slap.

And then...

Fuck.

There she was.

Isabella Rodriguez—prim and polished, buttoned-up teacher, the woman who never let her smile linger too long in class. Now standing half-naked and flushed, with steam curling around her body like it wanted to worship her too.

Her breasts were full and perfect, skin damp and shining, nipples tight from a mix of cool air and the weight of my gaze. And the look on her face? Like she didn’t know whether to cry or beg or grab me by the hair and drag me to my knees.

She didn’t have to choose.

Because I was already halfway there.

Her breasts were full—soft, high, and fucking stunning. Skin dewy from the steam, a golden hue kissed with heat and vulnerability, they were nothing short of a fucking masterpiece—full, heavy, and perfectly shaped like they’d been hand-sculpted for touch. Not oversized, not petite—just right, the kind that filled your fantasy for your busty teacher; with weight and warmth and made you forget what you were saying mid-sentence.

The breast curves were soft and rich, rising with each shaky breath she took, the kind of curves that told you she was all woman—ripe, mature, untouched in all the ways that mattered. Her skin was warm bronze, kissed by the sun but softened by the steam, glowing under the bathroom light like silk dipped in gold.

Droplets clung to her like pearls—slowly tracing down the round swells, dripping off the under-curve where the weight of them created the most delicious shadows.

And then there were her nipples.

Dark rose in color—like dusky petals at twilight. Not too small, not oversized—just bold, firm, slightly bent and alive. Her areolae were slightly wide, smooth-edged with that soft, natural gradient that looked airbrushed by God. A deep, sensual brown that darkened the closer it got to the center, standing out against the golden tone of her skin like secrets waiting to be told.

Her nipples themselves were thick, swollen, stiff with need—pushed forward by the chill in the air but more by the heat between us. They practically pulsed under my gaze, begging to be touched, kissed, suckled.

The kind of nipples you couldn’t ignore if you tried—demanding attention with every heartbeat, every shaky rise of her chest.

I stared for a long moment, letting the silence hum around us.

"Fuck..." I whispered, reverent, like I’d just stumbled onto sacred ground.

She made a soft, strangled sound in her throat—half embarrassment, half burning desire—and her arms twitched like she didn’t know whether to cover herself or pull me closer.

I didn’t let her do either.

I raised one hand, slow and sure, and cupped her breast—full and warm and so soft it made my knees weak. My thumb brushed over the nipple, barely grazing, and she jumped, a breath catching in her throat like I’d just shot lightning through her nerves.

She looked down at me with wide, glossy eyes, and I saw it—plain as day.

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