My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives

Racheal’s laughter faded into a soft, lingering smile as she studied Damian’s face, her fingers tracing idle patterns along the nape of his neck. The taste of his blood still warmed her tongue, sharp and sweet with that unmistakable undercurrent of power that always left her slightly lightheaded. She shifted on his lap, deliberately pressing her hips down against him, feeling the growing hardness beneath her.

”I have a sister-in-law,” Damian repeated, half-amused, half-bewildered. ”And she’s stabby.”

”Very stabby,” Racheal confirmed, her voice dropping into a husky murmur. ”But we can talk about Ruby’s little terror later.”

She leaned in, brushing her lips against the fresh bite mark on his neck, her tongue flicking out to soothe the twin punctures.

”Right now... I want you. All of you. No politics. No fox. No world-ending crises. Just us.”

Damian’s hands slid up her back, one tangling in her hair while the other gripped her waist possessively.

”Then take me,” he whispered against her ear, his breath hot.

That was all the permission she needed.

She kissed him fiercely, fangs grazing his lower lip just enough to draw a tiny bead of blood. The metallic tang mingled with their saliva as their tongues danced, urgent and hungry. Damian groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating through her chest. Racheal rocked her hips slowly, grinding against the rigid length of him through their clothes, savoring the way his fingers tightened on her skin.

With a fluid motion, she pulled back just enough to tug her thin silk top over her head, revealing full, pale breasts tipped with dusky nipples already tight with arousal. Damian’s gaze darkened with desire. He cupped one breast, thumb circling the peak before leaning forward to capture it between his lips. His tongue swirled, teeth grazing lightly, careful of her sensitivity, while his free hand slipped beneath the waistband of her pants to cup her ass, squeezing firmly.

Racheal arched into him with a breathy moan, her head falling back.

”Damian... yes...”

Racheal reached down between them, palming the thick bulge straining against his pants. Her fingers worked the fastenings open with ease, freeing his cock. It sprang up hot and heavy into her hand, veins pulsing under her grip. She stroked him slowly from base to tip, twisting her wrist at the head, spreading the bead of precum that had already gathered there.

Damian hissed in pleasure, the hand on her breast sliding down to help shove her pants and panties down her thighs. She stood briefly, kicking them aside, then straddled him again, completely bare. The heat of her slick folds pressed directly against his cock as she resumed her slow, teasing grind.

Their eyes locked and Damain felt her deep longing for him. He gripped her hips and lifted her slightly, positioning his cock at her entrance.

Racheal sank down onto him in one smooth motion, taking every inch until he was buried to the hilt inside her tight, velvet heat. She was soaked, clenching around him rhythmically as she adjusted to his size. For a long moment they simply stayed like that, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in.

”Can I move now?” She gasped.

”I would love that” Damian mumbled, unable to his eyes off hers.

Then she began to move.

Slow at first, she was rising until only the head remained inside her, then sliding back down with a wet, obscene sound. Her breasts bounced gently with each descent, and Damian’s mouth latched onto one again, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. His hands guided her pace, urging her faster and Racheal obliged, riding him with increasing urgency, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that ground her clit against his pelvis on every downstroke.

The room filled with the sounds of their coupling. Skin slapping skin, her breathy moans, his low growls, the slick glide of his cock plunging into her dripping pussy. Sweat glistened on her skin and the heat between them was too intense to ignore.

Damian suddenly surged upward, flipping their positions so Racheal’s back met the sofa. He stayed buried inside her during the maneuver, hooking her legs over his shoulders and driving deep with a powerful thrust. The new angle made her see stars. He fucked her harder, each stroke reaching that perfect spot inside that made her walls flutter and tighten.

”Fuck, you feel incredible,” he rasped, one hand braced beside her head while the other slipped between them to rub tight circles over her swollen clit.

”So wet for me. So perfect.”

Racheal’s nails raked down his back, leaving red lines that healed almost instantly. She pulled him down for another messy kiss, her fangs nicking his tongue this time and yhe fresh blood sent a jolt through her, heightening every sensation. Pleasure coiled tighter in her core, building toward release.

”I’m close...” she gasped against his mouth.

”Come for me,” he gasped, thrusting faster, grinding against her clit with every plunge. ”Let me feel you.”

Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Racheal cried out, body arching off the bed as her pussy spasmed hard around his cock, milking him with rhythmic contractions. Pleasure flooded between them, pushing Damian right to the edge. He kept fucking her through it, prolonging her climax until her thighs trembled.

With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep and came, pulsing hot and thick inside her. Rope after rope of his release filled her, spilling out around his shaft as he continued shallow thrusts, riding out the aftershocks.

They stayed joined for several long minutes, kissing lazily as their breathing slowed. Damian eventually pulled out, a trickle of mixed fluids following. He walked to the bed and she floated behind him. Slowly he fell on his back and pulled her on top of him, her head resting on his chest.

Racheal wanted more.

She kissed her way down his body, licking the sweat from his skin, until she reached his spent cock. It twitched as she took him into her mouth, tasting both of them. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, sucking gently until he began to harden again. Damian’s hand fisted in her hair, guiding but not forcing.

Once he was fully erect once more, she climbed back up and sank onto him in reverse, giving him a perfect view of her ass as she rode him slowly this time. Her back arched, one hand bracing on his thigh while the other reached back to play with her own clit. Damian’s hands kneaded her cheeks, spreading them so he could watch himself disappear into her slick hole again and again.

The pace built gradually. Racheal leaned forward, changing the angle until he was hitting that delicious spot inside her once more. Damian sat up behind her, one arm wrapping around her waist while his other hand found her breast, pinching the nipple. His lips pressed to the side of her neck, sucking a mark there even as she tilted her head to give him better access.

They moved together like that, raw, intimate and unhurried yet intense. Damian’s fingers dipped lower, joining hers on her clit, rubbing in tandem until she came again with a sharp cry, her walls clamping down on him. He followed moments later, spilling deep inside her for the second time.

They both collapsed together on the bed in a tangle of limbs. Racheal curled against his side, one leg thrown over his, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest.

”I missed this,” she whispered. ”Missed you.”

Damian kissed the top of her head, holding her close.

”Soon, I’ll be yours for eternity.”

She smiled against his skin, fangs lightly grazing his collarbone as her hunger for Damian seemed to rekindle.

”Let’s do that all over again.” She mumbled with eyes burning with desire