Devilish secretary
Chapter 426 Two souls tangled together

Chapter 426: Chapter 426 Two souls tangled together

Mature Content (18+):

This Chapter contains intimate scenes. Reader discretion advised.

His mouth found her jaw next, nipping at the delicate skin there. Then he tilted her face up and kissed the edge of her lips, like he was tasting her smile. She could feel his fingers still moving lower, rubbing her slow, circling her, then pressing deeper until she let out a sweet cry.

"You’re so perfect..." he murmured against her cheek, his voice rough with need. He licked a line from her jaw to her ear, breathing her in. "So good for me. So fucking good."

Lilith felt his breath on her skin, warm and heavy, every word sinking into her bones. His lips moved across her face, kissing her temple, her cheekbones, her mouth again — over and over — while his fingers kept working her until her legs shook.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, trying to hold on as her hips bucked, her body pleading for more. But he just chuckled darkly against her skin, nipping at her throat. He wanted to push her to the edge, break her apart, then pull her back together in his hands — his hands that touched her like she was his favorite treasure.

And under his mouth, his teeth and tongue left tiny bruises on her breasts, her neck, her jaw — all proof that she was his. His, and only his.

When she was trembling right on the edge of falling apart, he pulled his fingers away, leaving her gasping with a frustrated cry. But before she could complain, he was kissing her mouth again — hot, deep, swallowing all her moans. His tongue tangled with hers, tasting the sweetness of her soft whimpers.

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. His forehead pressed to hers, their breaths mixing in the space between them. His voice came out rough, low, making her toes curl.

"I’ll be gentle," he murmured, though the dark glint in his eyes said he was already fighting every wicked thought in his mind.

One of his hands slid down, wrapping around the base of his hard, thick length — swollen and ready. He guided it to her entrance, rubbing the tip through her slick folds, letting it catch and drag until she shivered and arched her hips up, silently begging.

He kissed her again, slower this time, trying to ease her but she could feel how he was trembling too, barely holding back.

"Just... just push in already," she gasped against his lips, her fingers clutching at his back.

A growl rumbled in his chest — soft but dangerous and he nudged in, the thick tip stretching her inch by inch. He paused, let her adjust, kissed her cheeks, her temple, her lips again and again as he pushed deeper. She moaned into his mouth, her walls clenching around him, heat pooling everywhere as he filled her up slowly.

"F-Fuck... so tight," he hissed, his voice shaking with raw need. He buried his face in her neck, breathing her in. "God, Lilith... you’re gonna ruin me..."

It was heaven — the burn, the stretch, the way he moved so carefully, worshiping every sound that spilled from her lips.

When he was fully sheathed inside, they both stilled — panting, eyes half-lidded, skin flushed and slick. He kissed her again, this time softer, whispering dirty praise against her mouth.

"You feel so good... so perfect... taking me so deep..." he muttered, rolling his hips a little to feel her tighten around him. "Fuck, you were made for me..."

His pace started slow — long, deep strokes that had her head rolling back, breathless. He kept talking, his words filthy yet tender, praising how beautiful she looked under him, how she clenched around him so greedily, how he was never going to let her go.

Then his grip on her hips tightened — a signal — and his thrusts got sharper, faster, each snap of his hips making the bed creak under them. Her moans turned into broken cries, his name slipping past her lips like a prayer.

"Look at me," he ordered, voice hoarse as he caught her gaze. He drove into her harder, the heat and slick sounds between their bodies filling the room. "Don’t look away... wanna see those pretty eyes when you come."

She clung to him — nails digging into his back, thighs trembling around his waist as he pounded into her, faster, deeper, until the world blurred and all she could feel was him, everywhere, in every part of her.

And when he felt her walls flutter, when her cries turned desperate, he groaned against her lips — hips snapping harder, determined to drive her over the edge with him, lost together in that hot, blinding pleasure.

Then, with a dark, hungry glint in his eyes, he shifted her body easily, manhandling her just enough to make her gasp. He changed their position — tilting her hips up just right and when he pushed back in, he hit so deep she cried out, her back arching right off the bed.

He growled low in his throat at the sound. His chest pressed against hers, his mouth moved hot and slow over her skin — lips, tongue, teeth — tasting the sweat on her throat, the sweet softness of her breasts, leaving little bruises on her delicate flesh. Every brush of his mouth made her shiver, made her walls clamp down tighter around him.

"Stay right here for me, pretty girl..." he rasped, his breath rough against her ear. One of his big hands slid up, catching her wrists, pinning them above her head against the pillow. The other gripped her thigh, pulling it higher around his hip, opening her up for every deep, powerful thrust.

"Look at you... so sensitive for me..." he murmured, voice so gentle yet so wicked at once. His hips rolled, driving into her again and again, each stroke so deep she felt him everywhere — her toes curling, her lips parting with helpless gasps.

Her eyes fluttered open to see him watching her — those dark eyes burning, his jaw tight as he fought to keep control. But every time her tight walls clenched around him, he cursed under his breath, thrusting harder.

He leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, up her throat, then back to her lips — kissing her deeply as if he could swallow every soft, broken moan she made. Her wrists flexed under his hold, wanting to touch him, to scratch her nails down his back, but he only pinned her tighter, growling against her mouth.

"Not yet, baby... stay just like this," he whispered. "So good... so fuckin’ perfect..."

And then he slammed into her a little rougher, making the headboard knock against the wall. Her breath hitched — the sharp stretch, the thick, hot length inside her, the way he filled her up completely... it was too much and not enough.

"You gonna come for me like this?" he teased darkly, his lips brushing her ear as his hips snapped faster, deeper. She whimpered, unable to answer, her eyes glazed and mouth parted, lost in the heat and pleasure.

Every inch of her was trembling — her thighs quivering around his hips, her fingers clenching helplessly in his grip above her head. And he loved it — the power, the sweetness of her helpless little gasps, the feel of her squeezing him so tight it nearly drove him wild.

He moved faster, his mouth everywhere — kissing, biting, worshipping every inch of her skin as he pushed her higher, harder, until her cries filled the room like music. The sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the dark, private space they made just for them.

And when she fell apart for him — body shaking, back arching, mouth opening in a soft, desperate cry — he groaned into her mouth, chasing his own release, losing himself in her heat, her taste, her beautiful trembling body under his.

It was raw. Intense. The kind of moment that burned into their bones — two souls tangled together, nothing between them but heat, sweat, and that greedy, relentless love.