Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 683

Chapter 683: Another Side of Him

The room was a glorious around us, a cathedral of shattered porcelain, toppled trophies, and moonlight-drenched chaos, the air heavy with the intoxicating blend of jasmine, sweat, and the lingering musk of her release.

The carpet beneath us was a soaked, darkened testament to her pleasure, the white fibers clinging to our skin like a lover’s desperate embrace.

Lila’s body still trembled faintly against mine, her thighs quivering from the aftershocks, her pussy pulsing softly where my fingers had unraveled her, the ruined lace thong shoved aside and forgotten.

Her moans had melted into breathless, reverent whimpers, each one a fragile echo of the screams that had torn through the room like a storm.

I shifted with deliberate care, pulling her with me as I leaned back against the base of the grand piano, the lacquer cool and slick with sweat and her slick beneath my shoulders. The keys clinked softly as my back brushed them, a faint, discordant chord that harmonized with the ragged rhythm of our breathing.

I settled her into my lap, her legs straddling my hips, her bruised thighs framing mine, her weight a perfect, grounding warmth that anchored me to the earth.

The moonlight poured through the glass wall, bathing her in liquid silver that made her skin shimmer like molten gold, her bruises dark constellations etched into her flesh, her blonde hair a tangled, damp cascade sticking to her neck and my chest, fragrant with coconut and sun-warmed skin.

She nestled into me, her face burrowing into the crook of my neck, her breath a hot, uneven caress against my skin, tasting of bourbon and salt when it mingled with mine.

I wrapped one arm around her waist, fingers splaying across the soft, sweat-slick curve of her lower back, tracing the delicate ridges of her spine, the faint scars that whispered stories she hadn’t yet shared.

My other hand slid into her hair, stroking the silken strands, heavy and damp, the scent of her filling my lungs with every breath.

"You’re a fucking miracle, Lila," I murmured, my voice low and rough with adoration, a chuckle rumbling in my chest as I kissed the shell of her ear, lips lingering on the delicate, fevered skin.

I wasn’t lying, she’d awakened another side of me I did not know I had in me.

"How the hell did I find you in this madness?"

She laughed, a soft, husky sound that vibrated against my throat, her lips grazing my collarbone in a slow, worshipful kiss that sent sparks through my veins.

"You didn’t find me, Eros—you crashed into me," she teased, her voice cracked and warm, brimming with affection and a playful disbelief. "My sanctuary’s a war zone because of you, and I’ve never felt so... alive."

She tilted her head, kissing the pulse point under my jaw, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt of my sweat, drawing a low, reverent groan from me.

"You’re insane, you know that? But God, I’m so glad you’re here," she whispered, her breath hitching as she snuggled closer, her tits pressing soft and warm against my chest, the sagging lace bra a forgotten relic.

I chuckled, the sound deep and warm, vibrating through her as I kissed her cheek, slow and deliberate, tasting the faint jasmine and the sharper edge of her exertion. "You’re the hurricane, baby,"

I said, my lips brushing the corner of her mouth, then her cheekbone, then the faint scar through her brow, each kiss a vow.

"I’m just the fool who got caught in your storm and never wants out." My fingers kept stroking her back, slow, soothing circles over the soft, pliant skin, feeling the tremor of her muscles as they settled, the heat of her bruises pulsing faintly under my touch like a heartbeat.

"You’re so fucking beautiful, Lila—every mark, every sigh, every goddamn inch of you."

"Beautiful? I’m a mess, Eros," she said, her voice playful but thick with emotion, her eyes glistening as they met mine, ice-blue and soft with something deeper than lust. "But you... you make me feel like I’m everything."

"You are precious," I growled, my voice fierce with conviction, my hand in her hair tightening just enough to tilt her head back, exposing the elegant column of her throat. I kissed along it, slow and worshipful, lips brushing the fresh bruises I’d left, tasting the salt and the faint copper where I’d sucked too hard.

"I didn’t know I could feel this... safe. This wanted. You’re my chaos, Eros, and I’m addicted."

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