Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 367: Taste of the Forbidden (R-18)

The flames surged again—not warmth, but fire roaring from somewhere deep beneath stomach. Heat coiled like molten metal, thick and aching, demanding the oblivion only hinted at before. Now it screamed. waistband was tight under my grip, my knuckles white.

This was really happening. Years of hidden glances, midnight fantasies—a lifetime of wanting Peter—and now his hands were on my hips, his breath warm against my skin. It felt unreal, like stepping into a dream I’d been too afraid to ever fully imagine.

But then—abruptly—he stopped. He dropped to his knees.

The thud was heavy, metallic against the carpet, startling in the sudden silence. A small cry escaped throat—surprise? Disbelief? That this man, this , was kneeling before ? Everything just... stopped.

eyes. Even in the dimness, they burned, glowing fiercely amber-yellow. Not just light... . Ancient, devouring. And that look... it wasn’t the gentle admiration I’d pictured. It was possession. Raw. Primal. As if after all this time, he’d finally decided to claim what was his. It stole my breath. possession.

gaze locked between thighs, the intensity visceral. My own lips parted unconsciously, my vision stunned—fixed on . He was really looking. The sheer intimacy of it, the way his eyes devoured a part of me no one had ever seen, sent a jolt of pure electric terror through me.

I froze. Instinct took over— hands flew forward, trying to cover myself. Shame sliced through the raw hunger could feel radiating from , just for a half-second.

This was too new. Too exposed. The innocence I’d guarded so fiercely felt suddenly flayed open.

Before fingers could even obscure view, shook head. It was almost imperceptible, but it radiated pure command. One sharp gesture: voice cut through the stillness, dark velvet layered over something heavier, like silk hiding a blade.

"Move them, sweetness?" asked, conversationally laced with velvet darkness. That low tone, a voice I’d heard tease and command a thousand times, now wrapped around an order that shook me to my core.

I hesitated, trapped between mortification and an arousal that screamed for to see, to possess what never willingly shown to anyone... until hands fell nervelessly away. Surrendering felt like stepping off a cliff into terrifying, exhilarating air.

Then, sensation ignited . Like nothing I’d ever imagined. Like a live wire scorching over oversensitive skin. touch slid down inner thigh to knee, parting with absolute dominance.

hands gripped possessively, spreading—finally, uncooperingly— legs apart beneath command, like a sculptor molding flesh to will. The sheer strength in those hands, the casual way he positioned my body exactly as he wanted it, was overwhelming.

He was so , and I was completely lost.

That exposure... complete vulnerability. Utterly terrifying. I felt utterly naked, not just physically, but soul-deep. Every secret yearning, every stolen look, laid bare before him. Yet, it was thrilling beyond all limits.

A single, wet bead traced slowly downward from glistening entrance. I could feel it and his eyes on it.

hungry eyes worshiped it, staring as if it were an altar offering meant to be devoured.

The reverence in his gaze was almost as potent as the touch itself. Then... just a slow lick, right there, along the delicate folds. Contact. Heat. Wetness. My entire world narrowed to that one point of impossible sensation. My back arched violently, a gasp tearing from as whole spine jolted upright. It felt like lightning striking water.

I jammed own fingers against mouth, muffling the cry, eyes squeezing shut, terrified someone would hear, would discover this stolen, unbelievable night.

Then: another wet lap. Slow, shockingly possessive, flat tongue dragging straight up the seam to the tight bundle beneath its hood. Once around it... deliberately... twice... Every movement was a revelation. A language my body understood instantly, but my mind reeled to comprehend.

More intense than any dream of him I have had for years, more real than any touch I’d ever given myself.

Fire within . Liquid wildfire flooded pelvis, an unexpected force that made toes curl tight against the bed.

This was... was the peak? This fire, this unstoppable wave?

It was terrifying in its power, unlike anything I’d ever felt. A whimper caught painfully behind bitten knuckles; silent tears streamed down face. Tears of pure, overwhelming sensation. Of disbelief that this was finally happening, and that it was undoing me so completely.

"Easy for me to taste now? I’ll show you heaven’s threshold itself, big sister..." The words, that forbidden name——sent another terrifying thrill through .

The name, once familiar teasing, now twisted into something dark, forbidden, and sinfully exciting. We weren’t that anymore, screamed silently inside. That illicit height added a deeper wave that crashed relentlessly, nearly blinding . The taboo was gasoline on the fire.

"Quiet, sweetness..." voice vibrated over exposed flesh, sending aftershocks through the oversensitive bundle teased. Now, added rhythmic flicks—fast, unrelenting, directly on the epicenter.

It was too much. Too intense. Too . My body didn’t know how to process this concentrated pleasure. vision narrowed, focused inward on the crushing liquid release building unstoppable.

I trembled, muscles locking in violent anticipation.

moved like the master was, sensing every tremor. He knew my body better than I did. alternated between relentless attack and retreating gently, tracing around the entrance, feeling that near-breaking point just beyond.

hips moved without command, grinding upward, craving more, , while ragged hitches escaped breath. My body was acting on pure instinct, driven by a force I couldn’t name, chasing an oblivion only he seemed able to grant.

mind shattered. Then terror jolted through —panic. Doors. A sound in the hallway. The hallway light turning on. Then darkness again. Silence. The intrusion of the outside world was a brutal splash of cold water. It was too close. A fraction off safety.

The risk magnified everything. The fear of discovery warred with the terror of , of being left hanging on this unbearable edge had built.

Even as hands flew from mouth, desperate to grasp the headboard, large, deliberate hand smothered gasps into oblivion.

mouth and hand covered , onslaught redoubling—fiercer now, demanding—knowing could barely keep silent while drank, knowing breaking point was coming whether anyone stood there or not.

fingers flexed tight around the headboard, white-knuckled, fighting the need to scream name. took the swollen pearl between skilled lips, finding a possessive rhythm, sucking, claiming .

The suction, the deliberate rhythm, felt like he was drawing out my very soul. Wet slick heat poured from , shameless evidence into consuming kiss. The world shrank for to that single point of sensation. My awareness dissolved. There was only the fire, the pressure, the terrifying intensity building deep inside.

body locked rigid, vibrating on the unbearable verge... snapping... but it didn’t. .

sensed it, relented, easing back to the razor’s edge. knew endured too long. would reward waiting soon; felt the pulsion in tense muscles. But the door outside creaked again.

mind whispered, praying. Panic clawed at me. I need this. I need . heard it in locked limbs, in the desperate thrum of pulse against eager tongue— silent prayer written in body language:

And rewarded courage under fire, for the forbidden flames rising within: pressure renewed, harder, deeper, until... I exploded in a silent scream muffled against skin and muscle.

The world fractured. Shattered. Pure, liquid fire consumed me from the inside out, a release so powerful it felt like annihilation and rebirth in the same breath. swallowed every pulse offered, silently, until the release stopped, only thighs shaking softly beneath .

looked up at beautiful, undone face. Hunger. Sated. I lay utterly spent, boneless, my mind reeling. was what I’d been missing? What could do? It was unbelievable.

Evident glory. Worship paid. Virgin sacrifice wasn’t just accepted; it was devoured, cherished. Pleasured. Completely, utterly wrecked in the best possible way. Now owned. I felt the truth of it deep in my bones. hunger? Barely begun its feast upon this forbidden fruit.