Semua Bab Desired By My StepDad and His Son: Bab 161 - Bab 170

I hummed in response, closing my eyes and letting the peace of the attic wash over me, the city outside finally silenced by the rhythm of our hearts.We lay there for a long time, the silence of the attic only broken by the distant, rhythmic thrum of the city and the sound of our lungs fighting to return to a normal pace. The white sheets were crumpled and stained, a testament to the chaos we'd just unleashed. Franklin’s weight was a comforting pressure against me, his skin still hot and slightly damp."Mmm," he hummed, his chest vibrating against mine. "I think I’ve forgotten how to breathe."I let out a soft, breathless giggle. "You're the one who told me to stop thinking and just feel. I think you forgot that advice yourself."He pulled back slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me. His expression was softer now, the predatory hunger replaced by something that looked dangerously like affection. "It's easy to give advice. It's harder to follow it when you're dealing w

Chapter 1: The Scent of Rain and Cedar The rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the archive, turning the neon lights of the city into blurred streaks of violet and gold. I liked the silence of the basement level, the way the scent of old parchment and binding glue acted as a shield against the frantic pace of the metropolis above. But tonight, the silence felt heavy, charged with an electricity that made the fine hairs on my arms stand up. I heard him before I saw him. A heavy, rhythmic tread that didn't belong to any of the other interns. It was a sound of absolute confidence, a predator walking through a garden. "Still here, Elena?" The voice was a low rumble, a vibration that I felt in my chest more than I heard in my ears. I turned to find Julian standing in the doorway. At forty-eight, he possessed a gravity that pulled everything toward him. He wore a charcoal suit that struggled to contain the breadth of his shoulders, his silver-streaked hair swept back fr

The feeling of my walls clamping down on him seemed to be the final trigger. Julian let out a long, guttural howl that started in his chest and ripped through the air. He thrust one last time, pinning me hard against the table, and I felt the hot, thick surge of his seed filling me, filling me until I felt like I was overflowing."Nnngh... Elena..." he groaned, collapsing on top of me, his heavy chest heaving.I lay there, breathless and trembling, my heart slowly returning to a normal rhythm. The silence of the archives returned, but it was different now—it was shared.He shifted slightly, his form softening, the claws receding, though his eyes remained a shimmering gold. He kissed my forehead, his lips tender."You okay?" he whispered, his voice returning to that low, romantic rumble."I think... I think you broke me," I whispered, a small, dazed smile on my lips.He chuckled, a warm sound that made me feel safe. "Good. Now I get to put you back together, exactly how I want you.""I

He finally reached my pussy, but instead of licking, he began to rub. He used the pads of his fingers to circle my clit, applying a light, fluttering pressure that made me gasp. *Rub. Rub. Rub.* It was a slow, agonizing torture."Oh god... *nnngh*... right there... just a little harder...""You like that?" he asked, his voice a gravelly purr. "You like it when I take my time?""Yes... *ah!*... yes, please!"He suddenly shifted, his mouth descending. He didn't just lick; he engulfed. He sucked my clit deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it with a rhythmic, pulsing intensity. *Slurp. Squelch.*"AAAAH!" I screamed, my fingers clutching the velvet upholstery. "JULIAN! OH GOD!""Mmm," he moaned against my flesh, the vibration sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. "You taste even sweeter now. Like you've been marinated in my scent."He slid two fingers inside me, the friction creating a wet, slapping sound. *Squelch. Squelch.* He began to pump them in a fast, brutal rhy

"I've spent every second since yesterday imagining this," he groaned, his face burying itself in the crook of my neck. He didn't just kiss me; he devoured me. His lips were hungry, demanding, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with a dominance that left me breathless. I moaned, my hands flying to his hair, pulling him closer. He tasted of expensive bourbon and something wild, something metallic and raw. "Silas," I whimpered against his lips. "Tell me you want it," he growled, his hand sliding down my dress, gripping my thigh and hiking the fabric up. "Tell me you want this monster inside you." "I want you. Please, God, I want you." He didn't waste another second. He scooped me up, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, and carried me into the bedroom. He dropped me onto the expansive silk sheets, the cool fabric a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. Silas stripped with a frantic efficiency, his clothes hitting the floor in a heap. When he stood before me