Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love
Chapter 366: The Hidden Widow (End) The Unleashed Lust

Chapter 366: The Hidden Widow (End) The Unleashed Lust

Clarisse’s mind spun, her body flooding with desire as Lyan kissed her back. Her hands moved up his chest, her fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer. He responded instantly, his body pressing against hers, his tongue finding hers in a passionate dance that made her knees weak. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced—a kind of intensity, a need, that went beyond anything she’d felt before.

She lost herself in the kiss, lost herself in him, and for a moment, there was no room for doubt, no room for questions or confusion. There was only this—this connection, this heat, this passion that threatened to consume them both.

Finally, they broke apart, their breaths coming fast and shallow, their bodies still pressed together. Lyan’s hand slid to the small of her back, holding her close, and he gazed down at her with a look of pure hunger that made her stomach clench.

"Clarisse," he breathed, his voice husky with desire.

"Don’t stop," she pleaded, her own voice low and full of need. "Please."

Lyan didn’t respond. He just kissed her again, and Clarisse could feel the restraint slipping away, the desire taking over as their bodies molded together. They stumbled back, her legs hitting the bed as he pushed her down, his lips never leaving hers.

It was madness, it was wrong, but Clarisse didn’t care. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but give in to the heat rising between them. The grief, the anger, the pain—it all faded away, replaced by a different kind of fire. A fire that threatened to consume her, a fire that made her feel more alive than she’d felt in a long time.

The weight of his body pressed against hers, the feel of his lips on her skin, the taste of his tongue. It was too much, and yet not enough. Clarisse lost herself in the sensations, the pleasure washing over her in waves as Lyan’s hands explored her body, his mouth devouring hers.

"Oh gods," she gasped, her nails raking across his back as he trailed kisses down her neck, his tongue dancing across her skin. She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything except the way his hands felt on her body, the way he made her feel.

"Lyan," she moaned, her voice thick with desire.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust, and for a moment, neither of them moved. The air between them crackled with electricity, and Clarisse could feel her heart racing in her chest, her skin flushed and feverish.

Then, Lyan’s hands moved lower, and his fingers slipped beneath her dress, sliding along the soft skin of her thighs. She gasped as his touch ignited a fresh wave of need, her hips arching instinctively toward him. He smirked, his gaze never leaving hers as his hand traveled higher, his fingers brushing against the dampness of her underwear.

"Oh, Gods," she breathed, her head falling back against the pillow, her eyes closing in pleasure as his fingers explored her.

Lyan’s smirk widened, his voice a low growl as he spoke. "You’re so wet, Clarisse. I haven’t even touched you yet."

She bit her lip, her body trembling as his fingers continued their exploration. He was teasing her now, his touch light and playful, and the frustration only fueled her desire.

"Lyan," she pleaded, her voice a breathless whisper. "Please."

His response was a low chuckle, his fingers sliding across her wetness and sending shivers of pleasure through her body. But still, he teased, his touch never quite giving her the friction she craved.

Clarisse’s hands fisted in the sheets, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The pleasure was unbearable, and she couldn’t take it anymore. "Please," she begged again, her voice hoarse with need. "I need you. Now."

Her words seemed to break whatever spell had held him back, and with a growl, Lyan pulled her underwear aside and plunged his fingers into her wet heat.

"Ah!" she cried out, her body arching off the bed as the pleasure washed over her. His fingers stroked her expertly, his thumb finding her sensitive bud and sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

"Fuck," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched her writhe beneath him.

The tension was building inside her, coiling tight in her core, and she could feel her release approaching. But she didn’t want it to end yet, not yet.

"Lyan," she gasped, her eyes locking with his. "I want you. All of you."

(She really lost herself completely didn’t she?)

He didn’t hesitate. With a low growl, he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself between her legs, his erection pressing against her entrance. Clarisse’s hands fisted in the sheets, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Please."

With a low groan, he thrust into her, filling her completely. Clarisse’s eyes closed, her head falling back against the pillow, a wordless cry of pleasure escaping her lips. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat, the fullness, the way he stretched her. It was almost too much.

More than what she ever felt before.

"I-It’s too biiiigggg!!!!!!"

Her hands clawed at his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper. He complied, his pace quickening as he claimed her, his hips slamming into hers. Clarisse’s eyes flew open, her body arching against his as the pleasure built within her, a white-hot intensity that threatened to consume her.

"A-aaahhhh, ahh, ahh, ahhhh, aahhh," She moaned loudly.

"Clarisse," he growled, his voice a low rumble in her ear. "You’re so tight."

Her legs tightened around him, her hips bucking against his as the pleasure built. She could feel her release approaching, could feel the tension inside her threatening to snap.

"Lyan," she gasped, her nails digging into his back, her body trembling beneath him. "More! MORE!! DON’T STOP!!"

He didn’t. His hips pounded into hers, his body claiming her, his teeth grazing her neck. The tension was unbearable, the pleasure coiling tight inside her, and with a cry, she fell over the edge. Her release exploded through her, waves of ecstasy washing over her as her body shook and trembled.

Lyan’s hips never stopped moving, his body pushing her through the waves of her orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until she thought she might lose her mind. His mouth found hers, his kiss fierce and hungry, and Clarisse could feel her body responding again, the need building inside her once more.

"M-mnnnph,"

"Nnmph,"

She kissed him back, her body arching into his, her tongue finding his as they explored each other’s mouths. She couldn’t get enough, couldn’t get close enough.

Lyan’s hips continued to move, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more urgent. She could feel him losing control, could feel the way his body tensed, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Lyan," she pleaded, her hands cupping his face, her gaze locking with his. "Come for me. Come inside me."

That was the last straw.

With a low groan, he came, his hips thrusting deep into her as his release filled her. The sensation was too much, and with a gasp, Clarisse followed him, her body shuddering beneath his as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

It was intense, it was raw, and Clarisse could feel tears streaming down her cheeks as her body gave in to the pleasure, her arms wrapping around him, pulling him close.

Lyan buried his face in her neck, his body trembling as he rode out his orgasm. They clung to each other, their bodies joined, the pleasure crashing over them like a wave.

Finally, they collapsed against each other, their hearts racing, their breathing ragged. Clarisse closed her eyes, her body spent, her mind reeling from everything that had just happened.

She could feel him shift, could feel his weight move off her. She opened her eyes, and found him staring at her, a mixture of concern and satisfaction etched on his face.

"Clarisse," he said, his voice low and husky. "Are you okay?"

She looked up at him, her vision still a little hazy from her orgasm, and for a moment, she just stared at him. She knew this had been a mistake, knew that this could only make things worse. But at the same time, it was something she needed.

"I’m okay," she whispered, reaching out to touch his face.

Lyan smiled softly, leaning into her touch, and Clarisse could feel her heart melt. She’d lost so much, had been through so much, and here was this man—this warrior who’d fought against her, had killed her husband, and had done the unthinkable. But in this moment, she didn’t care. All she could think about was the way he made her feel.

"This was a mistake," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lyan nodded, his expression serious. "I know."

She stared at him, her gaze softening as she searched his face. "You bastard."

His lips curved into a smile, his eyes shining with an emotion that made her heart skip a beat. He leaned down, his lips finding hers, and Clarisse melted into his embrace, losing herself in his kiss.

"We’ll figure it out," he murmured against her lips, his hand cupping her face, his thumb stroking her cheek.

"Yeah," she whispered, her heart fluttering in her chest.

It was wrong, it was complicated, and there were a million reasons why they shouldn’t be doing this. But as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, Clarisse couldn’t bring herself to care. All she could think about was how good it felt to be in his arms, how safe she felt with him.