The Heart System Chapter 521

I adjusted my hold, sliding one hand away from her breast to the nape of her neck, fingers twisting into her hair as I yanked her head backward. I craved the view of her expression. Her eyelids clamped tight, mouth open wide while she struggled for breath. I started thrusting into her with unyielding, savage intensity, every plunge slamming deep amid sloppy, resounding impacts.

The "Villain" inside me reveled in beholding her this way—shattered, stripped bare of her business facade, devolved into pure raw feeling. I slid my hand downward between her thighs, fingers locating her clit once more, stroking it with wild, vibrating force that sent her knees quaking.

"Is this what the ’old man’ is supposed to do?" I mocked, my hot breath brushing her ear. "Am I still a hassle, Jasmine?"

"Shut up!" she cried out, her hips bucking rearward to clash with mine, motions turning erratic and feral. "Just... keep going. Don’t stop. Please, Evan, don’t stop."

I refused to relent. I ramped up the ferocity, muscles tensing and releasing with each powerful drive. The delicate silk of her nightgown bunched up between us, serving as a sheer, teasing layer that heightened the electric friction. Tension built in her legs to a snapping edge, calves clenching as she fought to remain standing.

"You’re so close," I whispered, teeth nipping at the tense line of her neck. "I can feel you twitching around me."

"I am... I’m right there... it’s too much!"

She spoke true. The mix of elevation, chilly breeze, and grinding friction hurled her beyond the brink. I released her hair, shifting my hand to her hip, yanking her flush against me with zero gap remaining. I switched to rapid, shallow pulses right at her pussy’s entrance, thumb blurring over her clit in a frenzied whirl.

Jasmine’s head jerked back onto my shoulder. Her nails scraped the glass, carving wild trails through the fog.

"Evan! Now! Please!"

She exploded.

It began with a prolonged, piercing cry echoing into the darkness. Her whole frame locked rigid, shuddering violently. Her inner walls clenched down, gripping me in pulsing, vise-like waves that seemed bent on draining my essence. She convulsed with savage, instinctual power, forehead banging the pane as ecstasy ripped through her.

"That’s it, Jas... give it all to me," I encouraged, persisting my motions within her through her peak, determined to stretch her bliss as long as possible.

She surfed that surge for what seemed endless moments, breaths ragged with shattered gasps. Her knees buckled at last, and only my firm grasp on her waist kept her from collapsing. Utterly depleted and quivering, her skin shimmered under moonlight, the crimson gown now a tattered relic.

I eased my pace, strokes turning drawn-out and savoring until I stopped entirely. Still embedded deep, my chest rose and fell against her back as we gazed over the cityscape. Night’s hush returned to the balcony, pierced solely by our ragged pants.

Jasmine sagged against the glass, brow pressed to its chill. She appeared utterly spent, eyes hooded while fixating on the twinkling lights far below.

"Wow," she murmured, voice faint as a specter. "I think... I think I forgot my own name for a second."

I chuckled softly, contentedly, pressing a kiss to her crown. "Mission accomplished, then."

I withdrew gradually, the separation marked by a slick, thick pop in the stillness. Jasmine whimpered softly at the void of warmth, legs wobbling as she strove to steady herself. I grabbed my t-shirt from below and passed it her way.

She accepted it limply, gaze brimming with weary devotion. "You’re a monster, Evan Marlowe. A total monster."

"And you’re the one who came out here for bananas," I shot back with a grin.

I observed as she tugged the baggy shirt on, actions sluggish and weighted. I remained achingly hard, the denied throb creeping in anew, yet witnessing her total ruin brought its own triumph.

"Come on," I urged, draping an arm over her shoulder to lead her to the door. "Let’s head inside before we turn into icicles."

Jasmine melted against me, head on my chest. "I’m going to have to report you to the board for being a superhuman freak."

I burst into laughter, the echo bouncing off penthouse surfaces as we reentered the cozy living room glow, abandoning the city and icy pane. "Well, I’m fired, remember? So good luck with that."

"Oh... right."

The glass door latched closed, blocking the night’s frigid sting, yet our shared fire lingered undimmed. The shift from barren, frosty balcony to plush, shadowed opulence made my blood surge like liquid fire. Jasmine still trembled, breaths stuttering in tiny rhythms, eyes gleaming with insatiable craving untouched by her balcony release.

I halted her before the bedroom. Instead, I directed her to the enormous L-shaped velvet sofa ruling the room’s heart.

"On your back, Jas," I ordered, tone a deep rumble filling the hushed space.

She complied without protest. She tumbled onto the cushions, crimson silk nightgown rucked to her waist, sodden and wrecked. Looking up, hair fanned like a shadowy aura on velvet, she grasped her ankles, drew knees to chest, then flung legs apart broadly, baring her drenched core to the soft penthouse glow.

The gesture spoke volumes without utterance. I positioned myself between her spread thighs, shadow looming across the carpet. Gazing down at her heaving bosom, the lingering spasms from the balcony... damn. She burned with allure. I aligned and surged inward with a single mighty shove.

Jasmine gasped sharply, nails biting into her ankles to maintain the pose as I set to pounding her. With each forward slam, her legs rocked with the force, heels dangling near her ears.

Creak. Thud. Creak.