CHAPTER 47: SWEET! (R-18)

Her soft breasts flattened against his chest, her hard nipples grazing his skin, sending sparks of pleasure through her. She moved with purpose now, raising her hips high before slamming them down, each thrust driving his cock deep into her core.

Her body trembled in his embrace, the pleasure overwhelming as she gasped,

"Ah~" and "Yes~" into his ear, her breath hot and teasing against his neck. Her voice was a melody, soft and intoxicating, and Xavier could’ve listened to it forever, each sound pulling him deeper into her spell.

His hands roamed from her waist to the curve of her ass, squeezing the supple flesh, guiding her as she rose and fell. His fingers dug in just enough to urge her on, amplifying the rhythm of her movements.

The pleasure was dizzying, building in him until silence was impossible. He groaned, low and guttural, as her tight heat enveloped him again and again.

"Ahn~ Y-you don’t know how much I’ve missed this... Ahhnm yes!" Celene moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the way he filled her, each thrust brushing her deepest parts.

Her voice was a sultry song, dripping with need, and it drove him wild.

A mischievous glint sparked in Xavier’s eyes as a suspicion crystallized.

"Could it be you watched me fuck Lady Seraphina yesterday?" he asked, his voice low, teasing, as he studied her face.

Celene’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her body betraying her as she remembered the illicit thrill of watching them. She felt exposed, dirty, and tried to hide her reaction, but Xavier’s gaze was unrelenting. He’d already seen the truth in her eyes.

"So you really were watching," he said, his grin wicked and knowing.

Her embarrassment flooded her, but his words cut through it.

"You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. It’s a normal thing. Anyone would’ve done the same if they heard Seraphina’s slutty moans." His voice was warm, reassuring, but it carried a playful edge that made her pulse race.

At that moment, her pussy clenched tighter around him, a visceral response to his words, and the pleasure surged, threatening to consume them both.

Xavier’s thrusts quickened, matching her fervor as their bodies moved in sync. Her hips met his with a desperate rhythm, each collision sending shockwaves of ecstasy through them.

"AHH Fuck! I’m cumming," Xavier groaned, his voice raw as he spilled into her, his thick release filling her in a hot, pulsing rush.

Celene’s moan—"Aaahn~"—echoed through the room, her body trembling as her own climax crashed over her, her walls tightening around him, milking every drop as they rode the wave together.

Gasping for breath, they paused only long enough to shift positions.

Celene lay back against the cool porcelain of the tub, her legs spread wide, inviting him in. Her finger traced a slow, teasing path across his chest as she gazed up at him, her voice a breathy whisper.

"Do you like it when Seraphina moans like that?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity and a hint of challenge, even as Xavier guided his still-hard cock back to her entrance.

"Yes," he admitted, his voice honest but laced with hunger. He punctuated the word with a deep, forceful thrust, burying himself inside her.

Celene’s moan was loud, unrestrained, her body arching as pleasure surged through her.

"Ahhn~" she gasped, her breath hitching as she pressed on, "Do I moan like her when you fuck me hard?"

"Yes, you do," Xavier growled, his thrusts unrelenting, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

"Your voice is so soft and seductive, I want to hear it forever." His words were a promise, a vow, as he drove into her, their bodies locked in a rhythm that was both primal and intimate.

Her moans filled the air, each one a testament to the fire burning between them, as they lost themselves in the heat of their shared desire.

The air in the bathroom was thick with the scent of steam and their shared desire, the empty tub now a cradle for their intertwined bodies.

Celene lay beneath Xavier, her legs spread wide, her skin flushed and glistening from their earlier release.

Her chest heaved with every breath, her heavy breasts rising and falling, nipples taut and begging for attention.

Xavier hovered above her, his eyes dark with hunger, his cock still hard and pulsing, ready to claim her again.

The cool porcelain of the tub pressed against her back, a stark contrast to the heat of his body as he positioned himself at her slick entrance, teasing her with the tip of his length.

Celene’s fingers traced lazy, tantalizing circles on his chest, her touch light but deliberate, sending sparks of anticipation through him.

"You love my moans, don’t you?" she purred, her voice a sultry whisper that curled around him like smoke.

Her lips parted slightly, her tongue darting out to wet them, and the sight made his cock twitch with need. "Tell me... how much do you want to hear them again?"

Xavier’s grin was wicked, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"More than you know," he growled, his voice low and rough, thick with lust. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his breath hot and teasing. "I want to make you scream, Celene. I want every sound you make to be mine."

With that, he thrust into her, deep and deliberate, filling her in one smooth motion that made her gasp, her back arching off the tub’s surface.

Pah-!

"Aaahn~" Celene’s moan was a melody of pleasure, her walls clenching around him, slick and tight, welcoming him into her depths.

The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of heat and pressure that sent shivers racing through them both. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she anchored herself against the onslaught of pleasure. Each thrust was a slow, sensual grind, his hips rolling with a rhythm that teased her sensitive spots, drawing out every ounce of her desire.

Her body trembled beneath him, her thighs quivering as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

The memory of watching him with Seraphina still lingered in her mind, fueling her need. She’d been consumed by envy and longing that night, the sight of his powerful body moving with such raw intensity etching itself into her desires. Now, having him like this—his full attention, his cock buried inside her—was everything she’d craved.

"Xavier... fuck, you feel so good," she moaned, her voice soft but dripping with need, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the sensation.

He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak before sucking gently. The jolt of pleasure made her gasp, her hips bucking to meet his thrusts.

"You’re so fucking perfect," he murmured against her skin, his lips trailing to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. His hands roamed her body, one sliding down to grip her hip, the other tracing the curve of her waist, memorizing every inch of her softness. The way she moved beneath him, her body responding to every touch, every thrust, drove him wild.

Celene’s hands wandered lower, her fingers brushing over his taut abdomen before finding his ass, squeezing it as she urged him to go faster.

"Harder," she whispered, her voice a sultry command. "I want to feel all of you."

The words were like a spark, igniting something primal in him. Xavier’s thrusts quickened, each one deeper, more forceful, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing in the empty tub.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, each one a testament to the pleasure building inside her.

"Fuck, Celene," he groaned, his voice strained as he fought to hold back, wanting to prolong this moment.

Her pussy was a vice, gripping him so tightly it was almost too much, each movement sending waves of ecstasy coursing through him. He could feel her trembling, her body teetering on the edge of another climax, and he wanted to push her over, to hear her scream his name.

She opened her eyes, locking onto his, her gaze molten with desire.

"You loved fucking her, didn’t you?" she teased, her voice breathy but laced with a playful challenge.

"But you love this more, don’t you? The way I feel around you?" Her words were a taunt, a seductive game that made his blood burn hotter.

She clenched around him deliberately, a wicked smile curving her lips as she watched his expression falter, pleasure overtaking him.

"Fuck," he growled, his thrusts growing erratic as he leaned down to kiss her, his lips crashing against hers with a hunger that matched the rhythm of their bodies.

The kiss was wild, all teeth and tongue, a clash of desire that left them both breathless. Her tongue danced with his, teasing and exploring, each movement amplifying the heat between them.

She moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating through him, urging him to push harder, deeper.