Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385: Last Barrier (R-18)

Sarah opened her eyes slowly, dazedly meeting mine. A slow, exhausted, deeply satisfied smile touched her lips.

"Wow," she whispered, her voice hoarse, wrecked. "Just... wow." She reached a trembling hand towards me, not to push away, but to pull me closer.

Her fingers brushed the straining ridge in my jeans, feeling the solid proof of my own desperate need. The touch was electric. Her eyes weren’t just satisfied; they held dawning understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the sacred line we had just incinerated together in our own kitchen.

The kitchen foreplay was over. But the real claiming? It had just begun. And every drop of her release on my skin felt like a brand.

I stood before her, chest heaving, the taste of her climax still buzzing on my lips, my cock a rigid demand against my jeans.

Sarah’s body still trembled on the counter, skin flushed and slick, her eyes holding a mixture of profound satisfaction and a sudden, vulnerable uncertainty. Her fingers brushed the straining ridge of my erection, a feather-light touch that sent a jolt through me.

"Ready?" I asked, my voice husky. Ready for me to bury myself inside her? Ready to finally cross that ultimate line in our own home? 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Instead of answering, Sarah surged forward. Her hands cupped my face, pulling me down into a fierce, desperate kiss. It tasted of her arousal, of salt, of shared secrets. Her legs, still weak, wrapped tightly around my waist, hooking at the small of my back.

She clung to me like a lifeline, her body pressed flush against mine, the damp heat of her core searing through my jeans even as she poured all her lingering emotions into the kiss – gratitude, awe, need, and a thread of fear.

I understood the signal. My hands slid under her thighs, lifting her easily from the counter. She gasped into my mouth, arms tightening around my neck as I carried her, legs locked around me, our kisses never breaking.

We moved through the dining area and into the living room, the soft carpet swallowing our footsteps. I laid her gently down onto the long, deep couch, settling over her, my hips cradled between her thighs. The scent of sex and her skin filled the air.

She was soft beneath me, warm, perfect. I reached down, my fingers brushing the waistband of my jeans, ready to finally shed the last barrier.

Sarah’s hands flew to my wrist, stopping me. She shook her head sharply, her eyes wide and luminous with unshed tears. Fear warred with the raw desire still simmering there. "No, Peter," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

"Not... not yet." Her lower lip trembled. "Emma... Emma was the daredevil, diving headfirst. You know how she is." A tear escaped, tracing a hot path down her temple. "But me? I feel everything..."

Sarah felt everything so deeply. She has to... She has to understand the steps. The meaning. That is how she was like, cautious.

She took a shaky breath. "This... what we just did... it changed everything. It felt sacred, Peter. Like lightning in our kitchen. I need... I need to hold onto that feeling before... before adding everything else."

The offer, stated so plainly, so earnestly, sent a fresh wave of heat through me. This wasn’t about delaying or fear anymore; this was her choice, her way of continuing our bond, of reciprocating the pleasure I’d given her on her own terms. It was an act of love, respect, and desire all woven together.

Each step felt significant, a silent progression into deeper intimacy defined by her courage and her pace. We ascended, footsteps muffled on the carpeted stairs, the air thick with unspoken promise.

She guided me into her bedroom – a space distinctly hers. Soft fairy lights twinkled near the ceiling, bookshelves overflowed, her favorite perfume scented the air. It was a sanctuary. It was her.

She stopped by her neatly made bed, turning to face me. She was beautiful, naked body. There was no shyness now, only a quiet determination and the lingering glow of her recent satisfaction.

"I need to taste you," she whispered, her voice steady, filled with conviction. "Please, Peter?"

There was absolutely no reason on earth I would deny my sister this. No reason I wouldn’t revel in the gift of her mouth, the forging of this new, profound bond. It had nothing to do with conquering her virginity, not yet.

It had everything to do with respecting her boundaries, honoring her pace, and loving her fiercely for the incredible, complex person she was – the sister who’d just shattered on my tongue and now wanted to worship me with hers.

And looking at her, standing before me, bathed in the soft light of her room, offering herself so completely and authentically, I knew two things with absolute certainty: I would cherish this act, and she absolutely would need more. So much more.

The kitchen was just the beginning. And her bedroom? It was the next sacred step on our impossible, inevitable journey.