All Chapters of Taming The Charming Director: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Arsene stiffened in his seat, as though the air had been knocked out of his lungs in a single invisible blow. His heart gave a painful jolt, sharp, unexpected, and loud enough to drown out every other sound for a moment. He blinked, jaw slightly ajar, as if the world had tilted just a few degrees too far. Sylvia, on the other hand, underwent a transformation that was almost theatrical in its contrast.Her face, previously washed in a layer of melancholy and restraint, now lit up with genuine surprise. And then joy. Pure, unfiltered joy. “A-Are you serious? Is that really true, Sister-in-law?” she gasped, eyes gleaming as she leaned forward with childlike excitement. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier? Since when? How far along are you?” Her voice rose in pitch, cracking slightly with the intensity of her emotions. Just moments ago, she had been on the verge of tears. But now, her spirit seemed to float.The contrast between her and Arsene was almost comical.His gaze shifted betwee

When his hand joined the fray below, she nearly lost her mind. His fingers stroked her slick heat in slow, deliberate motions, while his tongue dove deeper, pushing past the last of her defenses. He licked and tasted her like a man starving, like she was the only source of life left in the world. Her body trembled violently, torn between the overwhelming pleasure of his mouth and the teasing pressure of his hand.Raellyn cried out in raw ecstasy, her voice breaking into a strangled moan as the heat of pleasure surged through her. She dragged in a desperate breath, only for it to shatter again into another helpless whimper when Arnav’s thumb began to circle that tender, pulsing point outside.Her trembling hand found his hair, fingers tangling tightly in the soft strands, pulling him closer as if she couldn’t bear to let him go. The action sent a rush of dark, primal satisfaction through Arnav. A part of him feel hard, needy, and demanding ached for attention, begging to be touched, to

The words sent a shiver down her spine, only fueling her determination to push him closer to the edge.Raellyn moaned softly in response, her head bobbing faster now, as quickly as she could manage. Wet, lewd sounds filled the room, echoing off the walls, but she didn’t care anymore.Arnav could only groan, deep and raw, as the waves of pleasure climbed higher with every movement of her lips and tongue. He could feel himself teetering at the very edge. Raellyn glanced up again, and the sight that met her nearly made her shiver. Her husband’s eyes were closed, his face lost in the bliss she was giving him. She gave his thigh a gentle tap, coaxing him to look at her. When Arnav opened his eyes, the sight before him nearly undid him completely.Fuck!There she was, the image from his wildest fantasies. Wide, innocent eyes looking up at him through fluttering lashes, her cheeks flushed crimson, her lips stretched around him, saliva glistening as it dripped from the corner of her mouth. Sh

Raellyn writhed beneath him, her back arching off the bed as a helpless moan escaped her lips. It was too much. Too intoxicating and yet, she didn’t want it to stop. Each surge of pleasure was a sweet, maddening torment, stealing her breath, leaving her chest heaving as heat coiled in the pit of her stomach.Every time she instinctively tried to squirm away from the unbearable bliss, Arnav’s strong hands caught her hips with ease, holding her firmly in place. His dominance only stoked the fire burning inside her, sending another rush of desire straight between her trembling thighs. She felt both trapped and worshipped, every sense electrified by the man who knew her body better than anyone ever could.Arnav’s eyes remained locked on her face, even as his tongue danced mercilessly against her, curling and twirling, giving her a new kind of sweet torture she hadn’t known she craved. Watching her unravel beneath him, powerless and lost to the pleasure he gave, was its own intoxicating re

Unlike the harmonious and almost enviable household of Arnav and Raellyn, Arsene felt as though he was standing on the edge of a precipice, staring into the abyss of his own mistakes. Every step forward seemed dangerous, every word he uttered to his wife weighed down by unspoken guilt. He knew he had been a fool, a selfish, reckless man. For all his charm and confidence, he could not deny the truth that gnawed at his conscience: he had once fallen for another woman while already bound to a wife who was nothing short of radiant. Sylvia was beautiful in her own right, tender and loving, and yet… he had betrayed the sanctity of their marriage, even if only for a fleeting, forbidden spark.His affair with Raellyn. If he could even call that tangle of desire and guilt an affair was over. At least, that was what he told himself whenever the weight of shame pressed against his ribs. Yet he understood that for Sylvia, wounds like this did not heal so easily.People often said that a woman’s h