Todos os capítulos de Pleasured By My Elder Brother: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Lyra curled up on the couch with a glass of wine, watching the city lights twinkle below them as the sun set over Manhattan.It was a quiet evening, the kind they'd been having more of lately since she'd back moved in. No frantic sex, no possessive claiming, no tension that needed to be released.Just them. Together. Existing.Damien emerged from his home office with his laptop, and instead of going to his study, he sat down next to her on the couch, pulling her against his side.It was such a simple gesture, but it meant everything."I'm thinking about taking some time off work," he said casually, running his fingers through her hair.Lyra looked up at him, surprised. In all the years she'd known him, she'd never heard him suggest taking time off."Really?" she asked. "You? Taking time off?"He smiled...actually smiled, a genuine smile that didn't contain any darkness or possession, just warmth."Really," he said. "I think I need a break. And I think you need one too.""From what?" s

"You matter to me more than anything," he said. "More than my own life. I need you to know that."He leaned over and kissed her, tender and deep, and when he pulled back, there were emotions in his eyes that she'd never seen before.Fear. Vulnerability. Love."I know," she whispered. "I feel it."***Lyra was packing again, this time with everything spread out on the bed. all her new clothes, her toiletries, her phone charger.Damien sat in the chair by the window, watching her pack with an intensity that made her self-conscious."You're staring," she said without looking up."I'm enjoying watching you," he replied. "Is that not allowed?"She turned to look at him, and he was smiling...that genuine smile that still took her breath away."It's allowed," she said. "I just feel like I should do something more interesting than fold clothes.""Come here," he said, patting the space beside him.She abandoned her packing and settled into the chair with him, curling into his side.For a momen

"You," he said simply. "The moment I realized you weren't actually my sister, the moment I understood that I could have you...everything changed. It made me realize that there were things more important than money and power and control. There were people worth changing for."She felt her throat tighten with emotion."I'm scared," she admitted. "Of what happens when we go back. Of mom and dad. Of losing everything.""I know," Damien said. "And I'm scared too. I'm terrified that I'm not enough to keep you, that eventually the complications will be too much, that you'll leave me.""I won't," Lyra said firmly."You don't know that," he said. "But I need you to know that whatever happens, whatever we have to face, I'm going to face it with you. I'm going to fight for us."The sun touched the horizon, and the sky exploded into color.They sat in silence, watching the sun sink lower and lower, the ocean turning shades of gold and crimson.As the sun disappeared completely, the stars began to

Lyra's eyes opened in the darkness of the early morning, that magical time when the world was still asleep and nothing existed but silence.She lay there for a moment, listening to Damien's breathing beside her, feeling the warmth of his body next to hers.She slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to wake him, and made her way to the bathroom.The darkness was broken only by the faint light of the stars still visible through the open-air design of the bungalow.She used the bathroom and washed her hands, then paused at the mirror, looking at herself.Her hair was messy from sleep. Her skin was flushed. Her eyes were bright with anticipation.She looked like a woman about to do something bold.When she returned to the bedroom, Damien was still sleeping soundly, his breathing deep and even, his chest rising and falling in the darkness.She stood at the foot of the bed, just looking at him for a moment.And then a mischievous smile crossed her face.She reached down and slowly, delibe

He lifted his head and looked down at her, and there was something absolutely raw in his expression...not just lust, but love, need, desperation.He kissed her then, slowly and deeply, his tongue meeting hers as his hips continued their measured rhythm.The kiss was tender and possessive at the same time, like he was trying to pour everything he felt into that single connection.When he broke the kiss, he repositioned slightly, his hips angling to hit deeper inside her.Lyra gasped at the sensation, her nails digging into his shoulders."There?" he asked, his voice rough."Yes," she moaned. "Right there. Oh God, yes."He found the rhythm that made her absolutely lose herself, hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over, building her toward another orgasm.She could feel him everywhere, his weight on top of her, his mouth on her neck, his hands gripping her hips, his cock deep inside her, filling her completely."You're mine," he said between kisses to her shoulder, her neck, he