Devilish secretary
Chapter 425 All mine

Chapter 425: Chapter 425 All mine

Mature Content (18+):

This Chapter contains intimate scenes. Reader discretion advised.

Lilith let out a soft, muffled sound, but she didn’t resist — she just looked up at him with those glistening, wicked eyes, letting him know she wanted every bit of it. She relaxed her throat, breathing through her nose as he began to use her mouth the way he craved.

He pulled back just enough to watch her lips stretched around him — flushed, perfect — then pressed forward again, his breath shuddering out in broken gasps. The sight of her like this — on her knees, her soft lips wrapped so tight around him, the faint sound of her swallow and the wet heat of her mouth — made his mind blank with need.

"Lilith..." he groaned, his voice rough, the sound vibrating through the air. He guided her, forcing her to take him deep and slow at first, then faster when the pleasure got too sharp to hold back.

Her hands gripped his strong thighs for balance, her nails digging into his skin when he pushed deeper. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but the soft hum of her throat around him told him she loved it — every shuddering push, every time he hit the back of her throat and pulled out just to do it again.

He cursed under his breath as the muscles in his stomach tensed, his jaw tight, veins bulging in his forearms as he held her still. The sound of him moving in her mouth was obscene, wet and hungry, echoing faintly in the quiet room.

Lilith looked up at him through damp lashes, her eyes dark and wild and that look made him even more desperate. He thrust deeper, harder, losing himself in the sweet, sinful heat of her mouth, the feel of her tongue swirling around him, the way she swallowed every inch he gave her.

His thighs trembled when her tongue flicked just right, and he couldn’t stop the ragged, broken moan that fell from his lips. He leaned over her, his forehead nearly touching the mirror as he watched her — his beautiful, dangerous Lilith, taking everything he gave her without flinching.

When he finally pulled back, his breath came in heavy gasps, his hand still tangled in her hair as he looked down at her — flushed, glistening lips, swollen and wet from him, eyes full of wicked fire.

"Fuck..." he rasped out, his voice shaking with how close he was to losing himself completely. "You’re mine, Lilith. Only mine..."

He let the blinding rush of pleasure wash over him, every nerve ending burning with raw release as his hips twitched forward one last time. A shuddering groan ripped from his throat as he spilled himself into her mouth and when he looked down, his eyes darkened even more at the sight of her.

Lilith swallowed every drop without breaking eye contact, her lips shiny and swollen, her tongue darting out to catch what lingered at the corner of her mouth. That wicked, satisfied smile she gave him made heat roar through his veins all over again.

"Fuck..." he muttered, voice rough and ragged.

In one swift motion, he grabbed her by the waist, lifting her easily off the floor. Lilith let out a breathy laugh, legs wrapping around his hips as he carried her straight to the bed. He laid her down gently, but the look in his eyes was anything but gentle.

He hovered above her for a heartbeat, his breath brushing her flushed skin. Then, without warning, he grabbed the edge of her soft red dress — the one that had driven him mad all night and tore it open with a sharp rip. The silky fabric fell away, pooling around her hips and leaving her completely bare beneath him.

His eyes raked over her slowly, hungrily. The smooth curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the soft heat between her thighs. She hadn’t worn anything underneath — just as he’d hoped. His jaw flexed, a muscle twitching in his neck as he pushed his hips between hers, pinning her down, claiming every inch of her with his weight.

"Fuck..." he groaned again, the word rough on his tongue. His mouth crashed onto hers, devouring her lips with a deep, hot kiss. His tongue slid against hers, tasting her, tasting himself, claiming her breath until she moaned into his mouth.

His hand slipped between their bodies, fingers trailing down her stomach to cup her heat — so soft, so wet already for him. He groaned into her mouth, rolling his hips to grind against her thigh, the hard length of him already growing thick and ready again.

Her legs parted wider, welcoming him in, and he wasted no time. He pulled back just enough to look at her, their eyes locking in the dim light. She looked so gorgeous spread out beneath him — hair messy on the pillows, lips red and swollen, eyes dark with lust.

"You’re mine, Lilith," he growled low against her lips, his voice shaking with raw need as his fingers teased her open. "All fucking mine tonight..."

His fingers slipped lower, teasing her soft folds restlessly, spreading her wetness as if he wanted to memorize every bit of her heat. He moved with maddening slowness, brushing over that sensitive spot again and again until her hips rolled up for more.

Lilith gasped, her hand flying to his hair, grabbing at the soft strands as he lowered his mouth to her chest. He kissed the curve of her breast first, hot open-mouthed kisses that left her skin tingling. Then his tongue flicked across her nipple — once, twice — before he sucked it into his mouth with a deep hum that vibrated through her.

"Ah..." she moaned, arching into him as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak, just enough to make her shiver.

He loved her breasts — he always had. The way he cupped them, kissed them, marked them up with dark bruises and soft bites made her body tremble. He left trails of wet warmth along her chest, then up to her collarbone. His lips grazed her neck, biting her pulse point so softly she whined his name.