Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1095

Chapter 1095: Taking Away Her Control (r-18)

The world narrowed to nothing but her.

My hands were already moving before my brain caught up as I hooked my fingers under what remained of the silk at her hips and dragged it the rest of the way down, letting the fabric whisper its final surrender to the floor like it knew better than to argue with a deity in heat.

Then I spun her, slow, with gentleness that made her sigh from my Touch pressing her back flush against the cool obsidian-and-gilt curve of the island so I could devour everything.

All of it. Every obscene, perfect inch of the masterpiece of my Russian woman I loved.

And fuck, she was built like a weapon forged in the pits of paradise and disguised as living art.

Her tits sat high and full, two heavy, pendulous orbs of pale opulence heavy enough to make lesser men salivate, nipples already stiff and begging like twin peaks demanding conquest.

The kind of rack that had ruined humans and made deities like me want to drop to my knees just to claim a taste. Pale skin flushed a soft, slutty rose at the edges, the underlighting painting her like she’d been engineered in some divine laboratory for maximum depravity.

Her narrow waist flared into hips that could make a man forget his own name, thighs thick and powerful, the kind that could crush skulls between them or wrap around a waist and never release their prize.

And that ass—sweet infernal mercy. Round, firm, two glorious globes of plush, resilient perfection that made you believe in divine intervention because no mortal architect could have sculpted something so shamelessly fuckable.

The cosmos and Divine Seed had done their job but only added to the already sinful, temptress she’s always been!

I could no longer slow down and dropped to my knees like gravity had personally betrayed me and handed her the crown of my sanity.

Started at her throat.

My mouth found the pulse point right under her jaw and I sucked, hard, teeth grazing just enough to pull a low, throaty moan from her depths—

"Ahh—!" The moan was soft but not polite... asking me to carry on like a plea of my princess who had decided the morning was hers to ruin and mine to orchestrate.

I licked down the elegant column of her neck, biting the slope of her shoulder with a slow, claiming clamp, then lower before I dragged my tongue along her collarbone while my hands ignited with Touch ability roamed like they owned the deed to her flesh making her moan each second.

My palms slid up her ribs, my thumbs brushing the tender undersides of those perfect tits ever so slightly before I finally gave in and cupped them fully in my hands although they were big... they still were perfect in my hands as I started squeezing, kneading them feeling their lavish weight spill and overflow between my fingers like warm, heavy bounty.

Anastasia arched into me, back bowing from pleasure I was waking up in her, pushing those fat, heaving breasts right into my face like a sacred offering from a goddess who knew exactly what she was doing.

I took one stiff peak of her nipples between my teeth and tugged at it before rolling it on my tongue sucking deep until her moan cracked into something sharper, needier—

"Nngh—yes—!"

The other received identical treatment but with my teeth scraping, companied with my tongue lashing while the flat of my palm delivered a light stinging slap against the side of her tit just to watch the heavy flesh bounce and jiggle obscenely before my eyes.

The sounds she made was half-laugh, moan half-gasp, like she couldn’t decide whether to curse my name or beg me to ruin her faster.

I did it again.

Harder.

Her hands fisted in my hair but she was not guiding... just anchoring herself while I devoured every curve like it owed me eternal tribute.

I continued down between her chest with my long tongue tracing the soft, inviting valley between her breasts before I moved lower kissing the tender underside of one her breast then I went to the other biting the sensitive skin until faint red marks bloomed on both, creating temporary tattoos declaring mine, mine, mine with my tongue and teeth in the language only teeth could write in inks of pleausure.

My palms slid down to her waist, gripping hard enough to leave perfect imprints of ownership, then around to that glorious ass.

Goddamn my woman ass.

I squeezed both of her ass cheeks with unyielding force... because I was not about to half-do things... my hands I spread her ass cheeks wide by digging my fingers deep into the plush, yielding meat while I kissed lower, across the flat plane of her stomach nipping at the soft skin just above her hip bone until she shivered violently.

I slapped her ass once—light, sharp, the crack echoing off the curved walls like a starting pistol for sin.

Her moan turned into a broken little laugh that arrowed straight into my core from the beauty of it—"Mmm—again—!"

Her thighs parted just a fraction on instinct and I rewarded her by licking a slow, deliberate stripe up the outside of one, then the other, biting the thick meat of her quad until she hissed my name like a curse and a prayer tangled together in only way she could—

"Peter—fuck—!"

"Ahh—!"

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