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Sin For me, Daddy. Dragging Her Through Pleasure.
Chapter 243. He didn’t move right away.Drystan just stayed inside her—deep, warm, thick—his forehead pressed against hers as both of them gasped for air. Her walls clenched around him, hot and tight, and he felt everything. Every flutter. Every tremble.“Fuck…” he breathed. “You’re perfect. You were made for me, sunshine.”Rosealba nodded slowly, feeling every inch of him. Yes. She was made for him, just like he was made for her. Drystan moved, gently—then he started thrusting. Slowly.His hips rolled with a deep, steady rhythm, each stroke dragging against her walls like velvet fire. Her head tipped back and a soft moan escaped her lips—half gasp, half cry.“Drystan…” she whimpered, eyes turning hazy with pleasure. His hands gripped her hips, grounding her as he pushed in deeper—again… and again. Each thrust filled her to the brink, his body perfectly molded to hers.There body trembled, pleasure seeping into their core. Drystan’s hand moved brushing a strand of her hair away fr
Sin For me, Daddy. Home.
Chapter 242. Drystan carried Rosealba down the hallway with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her arms looped around his shoulders. Their mouths stayed tangled—kissing like they were drunk on each other, slow and messy, full of heat and need and something deeper. Her soft moans fell against his lips as his hands gripped beneath her thighs, holding her close, keeping her right where he wanted her. Her dress was still hitched up, her body still bare beneath, and every step he took sent delicious friction right between her legs.By the time he kicked the door open, they were both breathing like they’d run through fire.The suite was dimly lit, moonlight pouring in through open glass doors that led to a private terrace. She barely saw it. She didn’t need to. Because all she saw was him.He took her straight to the bed—large, white, soft—and laid her down like she was made of glass.Rosealba’s chest rose and fell as he hovered over her, his hands already sliding beneath the fabr
Sin For me, Daddy. What Husbands Do.
Chapter 241.“Maybe I am.”Her voice was quiet—almost teasing—but it ignited him like a match to gasoline.Drystan’s gaze darkened. His cock twitched and desire crawled across his spine. Raw and unfiltered. He didn’t say a word, he just stepped forward.One step, then another. Each one had Rosealba’s heart thrumping, anticipation curling down her spine. Then—suddenly—he swept her up into his arms, lifting her effortlessly.“Drystan—!”Rosealba gasped. But her protest melted into a breathy moan the second her body met the cold, hard surface of the wide marble table behind her. The silk of her dress gathered around her hips, her thighs falling open around him without even thinking.The candles flickered across her skin and her breath hitched immediately. Her heart thudded and she felt it beating rapidly against her chest. “Drystan…” she whispered again, voice trembling now—not with fear, but need.Drystan didn't say a word, didn’t speak.He just looked up at her, towering, wild, hi
Sin For me, Daddy. Dinner After Wedding.
Chapter 240. The long table stretched beneath a canopy of soft golden lights, woven like stars above their heads. Around them, the night air was warm with the scent of sea salt and roses, the sounds of clinking glasses and low laughter blending into the background like a gentle melody.Candle flames flickered across polished wine glasses and silverware. The soft glint of crystal and ivory flowers dressed the length of the table in delicate, romantic chaos.Drystan and Rosealba sat side by side at the heart of it all.Her hand rested lightly on the table, fingers brushing the edge of her napkin. His pinky stayed curled just close enough to graze hers every time he shifted. And God—he was shifting often.Because he couldn’t stop looking at her. Couldn't stop desiring her. The silk of her second gown skimmed over her curves like water. The neckline dipped just enough to tease him. Her collarbones glowed under the candlelight, her lips stained from red wine, her smile soft and distracte
Sin For me, Daddy. The Words That Made Them One.
Chapter 239. The hush that fell over the terrace was a living thing—soft, thick, full of breathless hearts. Even the sea below seemed to quiet, the breeze holding its peace, the sunlight wrapping them in golden stillness. Drystan and Rosealba stood face to face now, hands entwined, the ocean behind them, the world around them, but nothing—nothing—between them. The priest’s voice came low and calm, gentle like it understood what this moment meant. “We are gathered today,” he said softly, “to witness a vow. Not just of love—but of surrender. Of choosing. Of binding.” Drystan’s eyes never left her. And Rosealba… her lashes trembled as she stared up at him, the air thick between them, the heat in her chest rising with every beat of his heart she could feel against her palm. “Drystan,” the priest said, stepping slightly back. “Your vow, if you’re ready.” Drystan inhaled, slow and deep, excitement bubbling beneath his skin. The sun touched the curve of his jaw. His thumb brushed a
Sin For me, Daddy. The Walk to Forever.
Chapter 238. Rosealba stood at the far end of the ivory carpet, breath caught somewhere between her ribs and her throat. The banquet of white gardenias and soft blush peonies trembled slightly in her hands—not because they were heavy, but because her heart was. And across the aisle… He stood. Drystan. Her man. Her chaos. Her calm. Her peace. And everything she never believed she could have. He stood at the altar, waiting—dressed in a black suit that looked like it had been stitched by darkness and silk itself. The crisp shirt beneath, the fitted cut that hugged his strong frame, the quiet gleam of a single cufflink catching the sunlight. But none of it compared to his face. Because it wasn’t just handsome today—it was undone. It was full. It was lethal and ethereal in every form. His eyes… oh, his eyes. They held something raw. Something reverent. Like he was staring at a miracle, and he knew it. They weren’t the eyes of a man waiting for a bride. They were the eyes of a man w
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