All Chapters of After My Husband's Affair, I Met My True Love Alpha: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

"Where?" he dared to ask, his breath hot against my ear. That fucking hand of his pressed right over my lower belly, palm firm against the pulsing, soaked heat between my thighs. "Is it here you want it, my Seraphina?"His voice was a blade, slicing through my nerves with deliberate cruelty. He knew exactly how desperate I was. This teasing-this sick, slow, denial-was worse than anything. It was torture.Lust hit me like a brick wall. I snapped.I grabbed the belt of his black silk robe and yanked. The knot came undone instantly, the fabric falling open to reveal his hard chest, lean waist, and the thick, straining cock I was already obsessed with.I didn't hesitate. My hand dove straight down and wrapped around that hot, heavy dick-so hard, so ready, twitching in my grip like it had been waiting to pound into me for hours.The heat of it in my palm made me gasp. I arched my hips up without thinking, trying to guide him inside me, into the dripping, aching cunt that throbbed with ever

Seraphina's POVWith a scream that tore from my throat-a mix of raw shame and a strange, overwhelming release-my body gave out. Warm fluid rushed down my thighs, soaking the expensive sheets beneath me, even splashing onto Sebastian's arm.And just like that... it all exploded. That sharp, forced release-too intense, too sudden-pulled some invisible trigger inside me. The shame, the overstimulation, the way I was completely exposed, all smashed together in a tidal wave I couldn't stop.Every spot he'd been working on-inside me, outside me, my nipples-lit up one by one, and then all at once. It was like I got hit with the biggest, scariest, most insane climax I'd ever felt.My whole body snapped tight, trembling uncontrollably. A flash of white blanked out my vision, my mind short-circuited, and all I could do was ride it out while my throat let out desperate, broken sobs and moans.It just wouldn't end. I was stuck in that high, dragged back and fo

Seraphina's POVBack-to-back, mind-numbing, hurricane-level orgasms had wrung every last bit of strength out of me. It felt like even my soul had gotten knocked loose. My body was on the edge-like a delicate glass sculpture pushed too far, about to shatter.Every inch of my skin was wired tight, and at that point, even the heat of his breath, heavy with lust and judgment, might've been enough to short-circuit me completely.Sebastian finally got up from his so-called "throne."He moved to the bed with that slow, unhurried pace of his, and the first thing he did was turn off all the toys. The constant vibrating and the low, almost maddening hum that had been torturing my nerves instantly stopped.It felt like silence suddenly crashed over the room, harsh and complete, broken only by my ragged, uneven breathing.Then he leaned over, reaching between my legs-still a wreck down there. His fingers firmly gripped the base of the fake cock still bu

Seraphina's POVSebastian didn't rush to move. He simply held me like this, as if savoring the overwhelming sensation of my full weight pressing against him-the tight embrace, the heat, the sheer intimacy.His cock remained buried deep inside me, my still-quivering walls clenching around him like a possessive, all-consuming massage.Then, he began to walk.I was nothing more than a human pendant-a living, breathing sex doll made just for him-carried in this utterly humiliating position as he moved through the room. I had no idea where he was taking me, nor did I have the energy to think about it.Because with every step he took, his cock, already buried to the hilt with nowhere left to go, drove even deeper with each shift of his body, hammering relentlessly against the fragile entrance of my womb."Ah! Hah... Too deep... You're hitting-hitting my womb... I can't-I can't take it... It's too much..." My moans came in broken gasps, my voice tr

Seraphina's POVHe paused, like he was savoring the look on my face-how all the color drained out and my pupils shrank with pure panic. He could feel everything, how my body clenched unbearably tight inside just from those words alone.Then, slowly, with a kind of twisted elegance, he went on describing that disturbing scenario: "Then... I'll plug your open cervix with a buzzing toy... keep it vibrating, sealing it shut... so my urine stays right there, inside your warm womb... heating up with your body temperature..."His lips hovered right by my earlobe, every word like poison dripping straight into my nerves. "I want you to go to work like that... carrying my heat. Talk to your coworkers, mingle with those guys who still think they have a shot with you... eat, drink, sleep... live every single moment-"his voice dropped, dripping with terrifying possessiveness, "-fully aware that the most sacred, private part of you... is holding something of mine. My urine. So you never forget who