Chapter 438 – Better Than Espresso
His hips jerked on reflex, and she slapped his thigh with a warning look.
"No. Movent."
"This is—this is against contract," he gasped.
"I am the contract," she said, starting to move.
Her breasts wrapped around him like velvet sin. Her skin was warm, her scent dizzying, and every bounce pushed him deeper between them, slick with lipstick and spit and pheromones.
She started slow.
Up. Down. Squeeze. Up. Down. Slide.
Her nipples grazed the base every ti. Her fingers helped with pressure. Her moans were soft now, like lullabies laced with malice.
"You’re leaking," she said sweetly. "Do you want to cum just from this? Huh? Just from my tits?"
"Stop. Talking."
"Say please."
"Ffffffuck—"
He clenched his fists. His thighs shook. His mind shattered.
She smiled.
And then moved faster.
[System Alert: Orgasm Detected — Critical Threshold Reached]
[Warning: Load Overflow. Manual Release Recomnded]
He wasn’t going to last.
Not like this.
Not when her breasts glided up and down like silken waves, her hands pressing them together with eager rhythm, her voice humming sinful lodies.
Not when her lips leaned in and licked the tip every ti it peaked out of the top.
"Let cum, goddammit!" he groaned.
"Fine," she whispered, mouth brushing against him. "Let go. You know you want to."
He did.
It hit like a damn teor.
White-hot. Violent. Shaking. His hips jerked, hands grabbed at the sheets, and he let out a low, guttural growl that rattled the air around them.
Sira moaned, squeezing tighter as he pulsed between her tits, thick and sticky ropes painting her skin, her chest, her lips.
She kissed the tip once more.
"Good boy."
Lux collapsed.
Fully, utterly, unfairly ruined.
He lay there, panting, body trembling, brain blank.
And she?
She just licked her lips, wiped a finger through the ss on her breasts, and sucked it clean.
"Mmm," she said. "Better than espresso."
"I hate you," he muttered again.
"No, you don’t," she whispered, crawling up to kiss his cheek. "Now go. Heaven’s waiting. Try not to limp too obviously."
Lux exhaled.
Then he laughed.
It wasn’t a soft laugh. It wasn’t even a real chuckle.
It was sharp. Mocking. Half bitter and half wild.
"Oh, so that’s it?" he muttered, breath still ragged but his grin turning wicked. "After all that... you think that’s enough?"
Sira blinked.
Then her pupils dilated.
"Oh?"
Lux turned his head slowly, his lips curved in a smirk that was all teeth and sin.
"I’m the son of Greed and Lust, sweetheart," he said, voice low and electric. "You think draining makes satisfied?"
He grabbed her before she could retort—just scooped her up like she weighed nothing, and tossed her back onto the bed.
The bounce rippled down her spine, and she landed sprawled, hair wild, breath catching in her throat as her legs instinctively parted.
"Lux," she said, eyes lighting up.
"Don’t Lux now," he growled.
He lood over her, body heavy with pheromones, skin glowing faintly with infernal power, still flushed from the aftermath of release—but his cock? Still hard.
Proud.
Throbbing.
A slick, pulsing monunt to what happened before and what was coming next.
[System Alert: Libido Surge Triggered. Dominance Mode Engaged]
The system didn’t even try to hide it.
His aura was swelling again—dark, gold-tinted power rolling off him in waves. The air slled like sweat and lust, silk and brimstone, her perfu mixing with his scent until the whole bed slled like them. Heat radiated between their bodies.
He grabbed her knees, spread her legs wide, and stared at the place only he was allowed to see now. Her folds were flushed, dripping, twitching in anticipation.
"You love my little devil, right?" he rasped.
Her breath hitched.
He slapped her thigh—light but firm—and repeated, "Right?"
She moaned. "Y-Yes."
He leaned down, lips brushing her ear. "Then I guess you need to let him spill his load in your womb. Fill it. Mark it."
And then he pushed in.
No warning. No teasing. No slow glide.
Just a single rough, hungry thrust that made her arch with a gasp, eyes wide, mouth open in a moan that lted at the edges.
Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, pulling him deeper, tighter. Her heels pressed into his lower back as her nails clawed at the bedsheets.
"Fck—" she choked, back arching.
He didn’t stop.
Couldn’t.
The pressure had broken sothing inside him. So floodgate. So chain.
Now?
Only instinct remained.
Greedy, desperate, divine.
He slamd into her again. Again. Again.
Each thrust was hard, relentless, enough to shake the bed fra, enough to make her breath stutter, enough to make the sheets twist and bunch under her fists.
"You wanted this," he snarled between gritted teeth. "You played with . Teased . You thought you’d win?"
Her head rolled back, hair sticking to her forehead with sweat. "I—did—win," she moaned, voice high and wrecked.
He growled, grabbed her wrists, and pinned them above her head with one hand. The other braced against the mattress as he drove into her deeper, rougher, grinding against her spot until her thighs shook.
"Then why are you dripping all over my cock like you lost?" he hissed in her ear.
She whimpered.
Yeah, she whimpered.
And her expression?
Ruined.
Eyes half-lidded. Lips parted. Face flushed. Her tongue peeked out to wet her lower lip, sared red and kiss-bitten.
He kissed her. Hard.
Not soft. Not sweet.
Just raw, greedy mouth against hers. Tongues clashing. Teeth dragging.
She kissed back like she wanted to devour him.
He pulled back to breathe—only to see her stare up at him, still smirking through the haze.
"You’re so full of yourself," she whispered, legs still locked around him, body jerking with every thrust.
"I’m full of you," he shot back.
She laughed, almost breathless—and that sound?
It snapped sothing in him.
He reached down, hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, changing the angle.
Her moan shattered.
"L-Lux—"
"Shut up," he said, slamming into her again.
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