The Heart System Chapter 520

My hand slipped upward beneath the crimson silk, seizing her breast once more and kneading its plush fullness as my thumb teased the hardened nipple. With each forceful clash of our bodies, a fractured whimper slipped from her lips—a blend of moan and desperate beg. Her inner walls began to flutter, that charged, tingling strain mounting in the space around us.

'You’re the greatest treasure in this penthouse, aren’t you?' I murmured, gripping her waist to hold her steady while ramping up the intensity of my thrusts. 'Outshines the skyline, tops the wealth. Nothing but you, here and now.'

'Evan... oh god, Evan,' she gasped out, her head whipping back while she clutched my forearms desperately. 'I’m teetering on the brink. It’s overwhelming... way too intense...'

'Take it all, Jas. Claim every thrust,' I commanded, my heartbeat pounding wildly. I pressed my thumb to her clit, circling with firm, rapid strokes that sent tremors through her whole body. 'Prove how badly you crave this.'

Her breaths came in quick, ragged bursts, her chest rising and falling against me. The building heat turned scorching, blurring my sight. In my embrace, she unraveled, her form flickering with the onset of her impending release.

'I’m about to... I’m going to shatter, Evan! I can’t... oh god!'

'Let it go, Jas! Cum for me now!'

Gentleness was off the table. I channeled all the pent-up rage from my clash with Nala into her. I massaged her breasts roughly, thumbs tormenting her nipples to exquisite soreness, as my hips battered relentlessly. She became a whirlwind of red silk and fair flesh, her locks whipping about while she spurred me toward oblivion.

Her peak struck like a thunderbolt. Her body locked tight, spine bowing to an extreme arc that threatened to break her. A prolonged, broken scream tore from her, her depths clamping in a fierce, vise-like grip that milked my cock with countless pulsing squeezes. She surfed that surge forever, head thrashing side to side, weeping my name into the chilly night breeze.

Her orgasm's grip, paired with that excruciating clench at her height, pushed me over. Pressure in my core erupted into blazing fire. I clamped her hips, thumbs pressing into her bones, and plunged deep one final time, neck craning back as I unleashed everything within her.

The release wrecked me completely, waves of jolting bliss drawn from my essence. I flooded her with urgent, ceaseless warmth, as Jasmine collapsed against me, bosom laboring next to mine, her perspiration-soaked skin chilling fast in the balcony gusts.

For a thick, weighted moment, we lingered there, our ragged, matching pants echoing alone through the penthouse. The sticky remnants of our passion cooled between our forms, her red silk dress now a sodden, wrecked ruin clinging to her.

Jasmine raised her head gradually, gaze foggy and distant, a faint victorious grin playing on her lips. She pressed close for a tender, drawn-out kiss, flavored with mint and the fervor of those recent minutes.

'Feeling better?' she breathed, her tone a faint echo of its normal vigor.

'Way better,' I huffed, brushing a damp strand from her forehead. 'Absolutely.'

'Perfect,' she sighed, chin nestling on my shoulder as her eyes scanned the cityscape. 'I won’t let you head indoors till every other woman’s name vanishes from your mind.'

The sunbed felt confining for our surging passion, too narrow a platform for the blaze Jasmine ignited low in my belly. No more mere perching; I yearned to witness her framed by the metropolis she’d battled to dominate.

My hands seized her waist, fingers pressing into her curving hips, and I lifted her off. A surprised yelp escaped Jasmine, legs swinging briefly before her feet touched the frigid tiles. I rose alongside her, night chill slapping my damp skin like icy spray, yet her emanating warmth anchored me.

'Right there,' I directed, gesturing to the broad glass wall overlooking the vast, luminous city grid.

Without pause, Jasmine strode to the brink, her crimson gown billowing at her thighs, then bent forward. Palms planted on the chilled pane, her back curved into a graceful, profound bow that parched my throat. I positioned myself behind, taking in the vista.

I lowered my hand, easing back into her from the rear. The new angle pierced deeper, more possessively. A drawn-out, quivering moan from Jasmine misted the glass before her. I clutched her hips, thumbs catching the front of her pelvic crests for leverage, then hammered forward with steady, potent rhythm.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Our colliding flesh thudded mutedly off the glass. Down below, streetlamps and headlights flowed like a golden stream, but here above, only we existed amid the wind's howl against the building.

'See that, Jas,' I murmured, draping over her, chest flush to her naked back. My arms encircled, palms claiming her breasts and squeezing hard as the pounding persisted. 'The entire city sprawls below, clueless to what I’m unleashing on you.'

'Evan... oh, god,' she strangled out, fingers spreading across the glass. 'So... dizzyingly high. Like I’m plummeting.'

'I have you secure,' I vowed, thrusts quickening. 'Not releasing you anywhere.'