I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 850: I love you mother – r18

He moved lower, following the line of her collarbone. There he paused and closed his mouth more firmly over the soft skin. He then began sucking carefully until a mark began to form. Olivia’s eyes opened again.

“Kraven… your father might see.”

The protest was a mere whisper. Julian answered by making a second mark a short distance from the first, his tongue soothing the spot afterward. Olivia’s breath hitched. A stronger moan rose and was only half swallowed. Her hand had moved from his chest to his shoulder, gripping rather than resisting.

He continued downward until his mouth brushed the upper swell of her breast where the robe had loosened. The heat of his breath against that more private skin made her entire body tense.

“Kraven… not here,” she managed. Her voice was thicker now. “Your father might come at any time.”

Julian lifted his head just enough to meet her eyes. His own were dark with intensity, yet his voice remained clam and steady.

“Do not worry, Mother. He will not know.” He held her gaze for a moment longer. “Besides, you might change your mind later. I am going to show my love to you, right here, right now.”

The words were surprisingly dangerous yet gentle and flowing with love. Olivia stared up at him, her face red like a cherry.

The fresh marks on her collarbone had already darkened on her pale skin.

For a moment, she looked as if she wanted to argue further, yet the argument never formed. The hand that had been gripping his shoulder loosened. Her forehead dropped briefly against his collarbone as she tried to steady herself.

Julian’s hands moved to her hips.

His fingers found the simple tie that held the robe closed at her back. He loosened it with a slow, agonizing motions, giving her every opportunity to stop him.

Meanwhile,

Olivia felt the knot give way and the two sides of the robe parted. The damp silk slipped from her shoulders and down her arms until it stuck at her elbows, leaving her breasts bare in the soft light of the wardrobe.

Cool air touched skin that had been covered only moments before.

Olivia made a small, embarrassed sound and started to lift her arms to cover herself, then stopped.

Her son was watching her.

She turned her face slightly to the side, shy under the open weight of his gaze.

Julian’s eyes moved over her without haste.

“You are beautiful,” he said quietly. The compliment was simple and free of exaggeration. “More beautiful than I allowed myself to remember.”

The sincerity in the words made the flush on Olivia’s face deepen further. She still could not quite meet his eyes. One of her arm hovered uncertainly, as if she had not decided whether to cover herself or accept the exposure. The robe hung open from her elbows, framing rather than concealing what it had previously hidden.

Julian did not touch her yet. He simply looked, allowing the moment to stretch and letting her feel the reality of having been uncovered.

“Are you ready, Mother?”

Olivia’s breath hitched at the question. The sound was small, yet incredibly loud in the silence of the wardrobe.

“What are you going to do, Kraven?” she asked. Her voice had turned slightly breathy, thinner than she wanted it to be.

It was not that she failed to understand. She knew exactly what he intended. Asking still felt safer than simply accepting the next step in silence. The question gave her a narrow ledge of control, even if both of them could see how fragile it was.

A smile bloomed across Julian’s face. He leaned closer until his lips nearly brushed the shell of her ear.

“I am about to worship you, Mother,” he whispered.

The heat of his breath sent another shiver through her. Before she could form a reply, his hands began to move. They slid upward from her waist in a slow motion, tracing the soft curve of her sides, the narrow dip and finally the warmer skin just beneath her breasts.

Olivia’s body shuddered under the touch. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips before she could trap it behind her teeth.

“Kraven…”

Her heart fluttered so violently the she almost wondered how it had not exploded yet. The sensation of his hands traveling higher felt both inevitable and still somehow surprising. She had allowed the robe to fall open. She had allowed the kiss, the marks on her neck and collarbone. Yet each new contact still arrived with overwhelming force.

Then, without giving her space to steady herself, his hands flattened over her breasts.

For a full second he simply held them, his palms covering the soft, full weight of her completely. He was giving himself time to watch her reaction.

Olivia’s eyes flicked toward his face, met the mischievous hunger there, and darted away again quickly. She could feel that he was studying her, taking in every small shift of expression.

“Kraven… your hands…” she managed. The words came out strained, half protest and half something she refused to name.

He did not remove them. Instead he adjusted his hold and lifted the soft weight slightly, making the jewels rest fully in his palms. He felt the warmth of her skin, the faint dampness from the earlier bath and the way they molded in his hands.

Olivia’s breathing grew shorter and a fine tremor ran through her arms.

“Your breasts are so perfect, Mother,” Julian said quietly, his awe visible easily in this tone. “Full. Soft. Beautiful.”

Olivia’s face burned. She turned her head further to the side, unable to hold his gaze while his words washed over her exposed skin. Her nipples had begun to tighten under the open air and the warmth of his palms.

“Do not say that, Kraven,” she whispered. The request sounded weak even to her own ears. “Please…”

He answered by lowering his head.

The first kiss landed on the upper curve of her left breast, just above the nipple. Olivia’s body jolted softly and a clearer moan slipped free before she could stop it.