Return of Black Lotus system:Taming Cheating Male Leads

Chapter 364 --364

He gripped her hips, his thumbs pressing into her skin, anchoring her to him.

He didn’t wait for her permission this time. With a fluid, powerful roll of his lower body, Samuel surged upward, reversing their positions so rapidly that the wooden frame of the bed creaked beneath them.

Heena gasped softly at the sudden whiplash, her back hitting the soft mattress, but her lips instantly curved into a breathless, victorious smile as he pinned her down. Samuel leaned over her, shadowing her entirely beneath his broad frame, his pitch-black eyes burning with a terrifying level of absolute, unyielding devotion.

"Let me," Samuel whispered hoarsely against her lips, his breath hot and uneven.

Before she could offer a sarcastic retort, he slammed his mouth down onto hers, capturing her in a deep, bruising kiss that completely consumed her. It wasn’t the gentle, careful touch he used when she was sleeping; this was a desperate, possessive claim.

The lingering drowsiness of her afternoon sleep washed away entirely under the intense heat of his skin. His hands moved with an uncharacteristic, frantic urgency, shedding the heavy, suffocating layers of their robes until the garments were discarded over the edge of the bed. There was nothing left between them but the heavy summer air and the intense, burning friction of bare skin against bare skin.

Every touch of his long, calloused fingers against her thighs and hips sent a sharp, electric thrill straight down Heena’s spine, shattering her usual cold, calculated detachment. He was agonizingly thorough. His mouth left her lips to trace a path of fire down the sensitive line of her throat, biting lightly at the juncture of her shoulder until she arched her back off the mattress with a quiet, helpless sigh, her fingers tangling tightly into his dark hair.

When he finally shifted his weight, settling his body securely between her damp thighs, his gaze locked onto hers in the pale moonlight—dark, focused, and completely unblinking.

"Always yours," he promised against her skin, a statement of absolute, fanatical surrender masquerading as a command. "In this life and whatever comes after."

Heena’s grip on his collar didn’t loosen for a fraction of a second. Instead, her fingers tightened, twisting the fabric until the knuckles of her uninjured hand went white. She watched the slow, confident smirk spread across Samuel’s face, and her own lips curved into something far more dangerous.

"You think this is a game, scholar?" she murmured, her voice dropping into a low, commanding register that completely sliced through his easy amusement.

Before he could answer, Heena shifted her weight, driving her knee directly between his thighs, pinning his lower body flat against the mattress. She didn’t just hold his wrists down; she leaned her entire forearm across his chest, using her leverage to press him into the bed until his breath caught.

"I told you," Heena said, her eyes flashing with absolute authority in the dim moonlight. "I am in charge here. If anyone is going to be doing any handling tonight, it’s me."

Samuel’s dark eyes widened slightly, the easy smirk vanishing, replaced by a sudden, heavy heat that darkened his pupils until they were pitch black. He lay completely still beneath her, his chest rising and falling beneath the crushing pressure of her forearm. He didn’t struggle. He didn’t try to use his superior strength. He simply watched her, his breath ragged, utterly captivated by the raw, dominant fire radiating from her.

"As you wish, my lady," Samuel whispered, his voice rough and laced with a deep, liquid surrender.

"Good."

Heena reached down with her uninjured hand, her long, slender fingers catching the hem of his inner robe. With one sharp, aggressive yank, she tore the ties free, exposing the broad, hard expanse of his chest to the cool night air. She didn’t hesitate. Straddling his hips securely, she reached down and took hold of his jaw, her thumb pressing firmly into the sensitive dip beneath his chin, forcing him to tilt his head back.

She leaned down and claimed his mouth, but it wasn’t a soft, romantic gesture. It was a bruising, demanding invasion. She bit his lower lip until he let out a low groan, using the moment of his parted lips to deepen the kiss, completely dictating the pace, the depth, and the rhythm.

When she finally pulled back, a thin line of silver connecting them, Samuel was panting, his broad shoulders trembling slightly from the sheer effort of keeping his hands flat on the sheets as she had commanded.

"Take off your clothes," Heena commanded, shifting slightly so he could move. "All of them. Now."

Samuel didn’t need to be told twice. With a frantic, desperate urgency, he shed the remaining layers of his robes and trousers, tossing them blindly over the edge of the bed. Heena watched him with a cold, appreciative gaze, her eyes tracing the hard, lethal lines of his muscles, completely unbothered and entirely in control.

Without breaking eye contact, Heena reached down and untied her own inner tunic, letting the silk slide down her shoulders and pool around her waist. Her flushed, pale skin gleamed in the moonlight.

She moved over him again, her knees anchoring his thighs to the bed. Her hand slid down between their bodies, her fingers wrapping firmly around the rigid, pulsing length of him. Samuel let out a ragged, strangled sound from the back of his throat, his hips twitching instinctively upward, but Heena tightened her grip, keeping him pinned.

"Don’t move until I tell you to," she ordered, her voice a lethal, breathless purr.

She aligned herself, her body wet and aching from the visual control she was exerting over him. Slowly, deliberately, Heena lowered herself down.

The stretching fullness was absolute. A sharp, ragged breath tore from her lips as her tight walls completely encased him, burying him to the hilt. She paused for a moment, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to the thick, stretching intrusion. Below her, Samuel’s veins stood out sharply along his neck and jawline, his chest heaving as he fought against every instinct to thrust upward.

"Wife..." he choked out, his hands twitching against the sheets, desperately wanting to grip her waist.

"I didn’t give you permission to speak," she whispered, a fierce, victorious smile breaking across her face.

Then, she began to take him.

Heena lifted her hips and slid down again, establishing a punishing, heavy rhythm that was entirely under her control. She dictated the depth, rolling her hips against him to maximize the friction against her apex. The quiet inn room filled with the slick, rhythmic sounds of their bodies colliding and the frantic rustle of the mattress.

She could feel his control fracturing beneath her. Every time Samuel tried to surge upward to meet her, Heena flattened her palm against his chest, ruthlessly pushing him back down into the pillows, forcing him to take every single ounce of the pleasure she was dealing out.

The tension in her abdomen built with terrifying speed, a tight, coiled spring winding tighter with every heavy downward drop of her hips. Her vision began to blur around the edges, the localized heat between them generating a blinding, electric friction. She threw her head back, her dark hair cascading down her back as she accelerated the pace, riding him with a fierce, desperate dominance.