Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 268

Chapter 268

She'd be moving into my room from this moment. By morning, I'd have the maids move all her things into our room.

Can't have it any other way.

Her head lolled to the side. Her lips slightly parted, lashes fluttering in a twitch like some part of her still resisted rest or still fought me, even in her unconscious state.

I straightened, about to go to the bathroom to prepare a warm shower for both of us when my eyes dropped to the fucking shorts again.

And the top-that wrinkled thing with someone else's scent baked into it?

I reached down, hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, and tore.

The fabric gave out like it was waiting for it, the seam splitting with a satisfying crack.

She stirred lightly, eyes lazily fluttering open like one who was drunk. "Kester, what are you-?" the words didn't leave her lips when her eyes fell shut again. But I answered her either way.

"Getting rid of the filth," I muttered. "You won't wear anything that isn't mine ever again."

tossed the shreds into the bin across the room, then ripped the top over her head with the same fury, leaving her bare before me. She had drifted off again.

My heart slammed hard.

Fuck.

My cock twitched violently in my shorts. But, no. I had to fight this maddening temptation. I didn't want to hurt our baby. At least, until the doctor said it was okay

to still fuck her even while pregnant, I had to stay away from her for now.

I leaned down, lifted her again, and carried her into the bathroom.

my hand, the water hissing hot. Steam rose fast

the cascade with her still against my chest, letting it wash over us both to cleanse her of every

scent.

and toweled her dry. I also had the time to clean myself up before scooping

pair of shorts and a shirt soaked in my own scent. She had

crouched by the

slick from the towel. Her skin flushed from the warmth of the bath I gave her. I held the hem of

Fuck.

slowly peeled the towel away, like a gift unwrapped and a sin I

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lay there, sprawled like temptation crafted just for me. Her thigh parted in her sleep, and that center-so soft, so exposed- glistened

soaked already: My cock pulsed, straining angrily against the towel I had wrapped around my waist. It had never felt so fucking hard

her breasts. They were... Perfect. Full. Round. Rising and falling with her breath, those rosy nipples standing proud like

for my ruin.

then higher, to one nipple. Just the tip of my tongue on that tight, dusky bud. Swirl it around. Draw it into my mouth, Suck slow and deep.

jaw clenched until it ached. My lips were dry. I

war with my self-control and my lust and

a feel of her skin? Even for

eyes pinned to that perfect, swollen little

Maybe just dip a finger

three. Just one. Drag it down from the top. Dip it inside for a second. Barely a second, I promise. Just to feel how warm she was. How wet she already was without me even doing

Fuck.

need burned in every

I just... I mean... I could just grip myself, press the head of my cock against her soaked slit and just... rest there. Let her

doing it. Feel the friction. Build it up until I lost control and

wasn't going to thrust. I swear

breathe right. My chest felt tight, like someone had pressed a burning hand against my sternum and

like a leaf, my lips barely a breath