Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1059

Chapter 1059: First Touch (r-18)

She was still trembling on the couch, chest heaving, the navy lounge pants soaked dark between her thighs, when Eros stood up.

He didn’t speak at first. He simply walked around the coffee table and stopped in front of her, looking down at the beautiful, wrecked woman who had just come twice without a single finger on her skin.

Her gray eyes were glassy and unfocused, lips parted and still glistening with the taste of their kiss. Honey-blonde strands clung to her flushed, sweat-damp cheeks.

The cream silk blouse was plastered to her sweat-slick breasts, her fat nipples stiff and aching, poking shamelessly against the thin fabric like they were begging for teeth. Her bare feet were planted wide on the cushion, toes curled tight, thighs still quivering from the aftershocks.

"Enough of the air," he said softly, voice low and dark, rich with command. "I’m going to touch you now... if you let me."

Her breath hitched. A fresh, violent shiver rolled through her entire body, making her heavy breasts jiggle under the silk.

"Please," she whispered before she could stop herself, the word raw and broken and dripping with two years of starving need.

Eros knelt between her spread knees. His hands—warm, steady, powerful—settled on her thighs over the damp fabric of the lounge pants.

The moment his palms made contact, he let the Touch flow. Nerve endings rewrote themselves under his fingers, turning every inch of skin into pure, hypersensitive erogenous territory. At the same time he coated his fingertips with a thick, concentrated layer of pheromones—targeted, intensified, and merciless.

He looked up at her and slowly spread her thighs wider for him while giving them the softest of his thumb brushing.

The combination of his Touch and Pheromones was devastating, and she gasped sharply as the first wave of amplified sensation crashed through her legs.

It felt like his mouth and his tongue all over entire body all at once—everywhere he touched.

He started slow.

His hands slid down to her calves, thumbs pressing deep into the muscle in long, firm strokes. The pheromones sank in instantly.

She felt phantom teeth grazing the back of her knees, a hot tongue licking slow, wet stripes up the inside of her calf, thick fingers stroking the sensitive skin behind her ankles like an invisible cock dragged heavily along the length of her outer pussy folds.

"Oh my God—" Her voice broke into a filthy, desperate moan. Her legs jerked, thighs trembling violently as fresh slick leaked from her pussy and trickled down toward her ass.

He kept going, massaging higher, thumbs circling, palms gliding. Every inch he touched lit up like a live wire. Her feet flexed and pointed, toes spreading wide as phantom lips sucked on each one in turn, hot tongues swirling between them.

When he reached the hem of her lounge pants, he hooked his fingers into the waistband.

"Lift your hips for me," he murmured.

She obeyed instantly, hips rising off the couch in a shaky, eager arch, offering herself completely. He peeled the soaked navy fabric down her thighs slowly, deliberately, watching every inch of skin he revealed. The pants slid over the generous curve of her ass, down her thick, smooth thighs, past her knees, and finally off her ankles.

He lifted it in his of and brought it to his nose and took a long sniff the wetness of her pussy arousal making her gasp at the hotness of it and thrusting her hips to him, before he tossed them aside, leaving her bare from the waist down.

She was bare from the waist down now.

Her pussy was glistening with wetness, swollen, visibly throbbing in the warm lamplight. Her outer lips were puffy and flushed a deep, needy pink, the inner folds slick and shiny, parting slightly with every helpless flutter.

A thick, glistening string of her arousal stretched from her dripping entrance all the way down to the cushion, swaying obscenely with each tiny twitch of her hips. Her clit peeked out from its hood, swollen and shiny, pulsing visibly like a tiny heartbeat begging for attention.

Her legs started shaking uncontrollably.

"Eros—fuck—fuck—" she whimpered, head falling back against the couch.

His hands slid to the very tops of her thighs, fingers digging into the soft, plush flesh where leg met hip. The pheromones surged stronger here. She felt the thick head of his cock rubbing right against the crease, teasing, pressing, sliding back and forth without ever entering her.

She was spasming now—little, helpless contractions rippling through her thighs and lower belly. Her pussy clenched visibly around nothing, leaking fresh slick that dripped in slow, shiny rivulets down toward her ass, coating the crease of her thighs in warm, slippery wetness.

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