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Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 681

Chapter 681: Bruised Kisses (r-18)

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She shivered, a full-body ripple that started at her shoulders and cascaded down to her toes, her breath catching in a sharp, audible gasp that tasted of bourbon and jasmine when it mingled with mine.

"Oh... God," she murmured, the words barely a breath, trembling on the edge of another moan.

I rose from the bench in one fluid motion, towering over her where she still straddled the wood, her lace-clad body glowing under the single lamp’s honeyed spill and the moon’s cold silver pouring through the wall of glass.

Her eyes, those arctic-blue shards, locked onto mine, pupils blown wide, lips parted and glistening with saliva that caught the light like liquid crystal.

I cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing the razor edge of her cheekbones, fingers sliding into the thick tumble of blonde hair that smelled of coconut oil warmed by sun and skin and the faint metallic tang of sweat.

I leaned in, slow enough for her to feel the heat of my breath on her mouth, and kissed her.

It began soft, almost reverent, lips brushing in a tease that made her chase me, her head tilting to deepen the contact.

"Mmm," she hummed, a low, needy sound that vibrated against my lips. Then I opened her with my tongue, sliding against hers in a slow, filthy glide that tasted of salt and sweetness and the raw edge of her need.

She moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through my chest, low and wet and desperate—"Fuck, yes."

Her nails scraped my scalp as she pulled me closer, tongue battling mine with a hunger that made my cock throb painfully against the confines of my jeans.

We moved without breaking the kiss, a tangled, stumbling dance of mouths and hands.

I lifted her effortlessly, hands sliding under her thighs to grip the bruised flesh there, feeling the heat and the tremor of her muscles as she wrapped her legs around my waist, ankles locking at the small of my back, heels digging into the ridges of my spine.

"Harder," she gasped against my lips, her voice breaking on the word.

The piano bench clattered backward and crashed against the wall with a splintering thud that echoed through the room, but the sound was swallowed by the wet, obscene noises of our kissing, tongues sliding, teeth grazing, lips sucking until they were swollen and raw.

I spun her slowly, turning her in my arms until her back pressed against my chest, her ass grinding instinctively against the rigid line of my cock.

The lace of her thong was soaked through, the heat of her cunt radiating through the thin barrier and into my jeans, a slick, slippery promise that made my vision blur at the edges.

I kissed the column of her neck, open-mouthed and greedy, sucking hard enough to leave fresh bruises over the old ones, tongue tracing the frantic pulse that hammered beneath her skin.

"Yes—right there," she moaned, arching her head back, hair cascading down my arm in a golden waterfall that tickled my skin and smelled of sun and sex, her hands reaching behind to fist my hair and pull me closer, guiding my mouth to the spots that made her gasp and grind harder.

"Don’t stop... please..."

Her moans were filthy, unrestrained, echoing off the glass wall and bouncing back to us in waves that synced with the muffled bass from downstairs.

"Oh fuck, Eros," she cried, the name tearing from her throat as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, driving the soaked lace of her thong against my cock, the friction hot and maddening, the wet sounds of fabric on denim filling the room like a second melody.

I growled against her throat—"You’re killing me, Lila"—the vibration rumbling through her body, and slid my hands up to cup her breasts, squeezing the heavy weight through the lace, thumbs circling her nipples until they ached and peaked, hard and dark and begging for my mouth.

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"Kiss me—don’t ever stop."

"I need you to fuck me, take me Eros," she gasped, the words fracturing into another moan as her hips bucked.

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