Novel Full Chapter 1200 Fellowship
Chapter 1200: Chapter 1200 Fellowship
Bella threw her head back, hair cascading wildly, as she chased yet another building peak, utterly oblivious to anything but the overwhelming fullness inside her.
"I need it... I need you to fill me up even more... please, don’t stop fucking me!"
Sebastian sat frozen, the air in the cave suddenly too thick, too warm.
His pulse thudded in his ears like a distant drum, each beat reminding him how exposed he was—not just physically, but in every way that mattered.
Ross, on the other hand, seemed carved from something unbreakable.
He didn’t pose or flex; he simply existed in his skin with an effortless authority that made Sebastian’s stomach twist.
The torch light was dim but it was enough. Enough to trace every ridge and valley of muscle along Ross’s chest and abdomen.
Enough to highlight the perfect masculine charm, the subtle sheen of sweat at his collarbone, the way his thighs flexed slightly as he shifted his weight.
And lower—fuck, lower—there was no hiding it.
Ross was heavy, thick, unapologetically endowed in a way that made Sebastian’s own body feel suddenly juvenile by comparison.
He hated that thought most of all. Not Ross. Himself.
Sebastian’s hands curled into fists at his sides.
The words landed like a slap. Because they were true. Sebastian had allowed this to happen.
Because of his weakness this happened.
Hours had already passed—three, maybe four—yet Ross showed no sign of tiring.
His powerful body glistened under the dim amber glow of a dying torch, every muscle in his broad shoulders and back flexing as he drove into her with slow, deliberate thrusts that soon built into a punishing rhythm.
Pak!
Pak!
Pak!
The wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin filled the room like a relentless drumbeat, punctuated by Bella’s escalating moans—starting as soft whimpers, rising into desperate cries, and finally shattering into raw, guttural screams of pleasure that Sebastian had never once drawn from her in their years of marriage.
Sweat poured from both of them in rivulets.
It beaded on Ross’s forehead and dripped onto Bella’s heaving breasts, tracing salty paths down her flushed skin.
Her own perspiration mingled with the slick flood of her arousal, creating a glistening sheen that caught the light with every arch of her back.
The air grew heavy, almost suffocating, saturated with the primal cocktail of their sex: the sharp tang of sweat, the musky depth of her juices coating his thick shaft as he pulled nearly out before slamming back in, and the overpowering, animalistic scent of Ross himself—a potent blend of exertion, faint cologne, and raw testosterone that seemed to intoxicate Bella more than any drug.
She buried her face in his neck, inhaling deeply, shamelessly, her lips parting as she moaned, "God, you smell so fucking good... don’t stop, please..."
Her words stabbed Sebastian like knives.
He felt tears welling again, hot and humiliating, but he swallowed them down, his throat raw.
His own body betrayed him with a weak, throbbing ache in his groin—pathetic compared to the massive, relentless hardness Ross wielded so effortlessly.
Sebastian couldn’t touch himself, couldn’t touch her, couldn’t do anything but watch as his wife surrendered completely.
Ross flipped her onto her stomach without pulling out, gripping her hips to lift her ass high.
He pounded into her from behind now, one hand fisting her dark hair to arch her back further, the other delivering sharp spanks that left red handprints blooming on her pale skin.
Bella pushed back greedily, meeting every thrust, her fingers clawing at the sheets as another orgasm ripped through her—her fourth? Fifth? Sebastian had lost count. Her body convulsed, thighs trembling, a fresh gush of wetness audible as she squirted lightly around Ross’s cock, soaking the mattress further.
They shifted positions endlessly, as if choreographed by pure lust.
Missionary again, her legs hooked over his shoulders so he could fold her nearly in half, driving deeper than Sebastian ever thought possible.
Then her on top, riding him with abandon—grinding slow circles at first, then bouncing frantically, her breasts swaying hypnotically as she chased yet another peak.
Ross’s hands roamed everywhere: squeezing her ass, pinching her nipples until she gasped, sliding up to wrap lightly around her throat in a way that made her eyes roll back in bliss.
Time dissolved. The clock on the nightstand ticked past 2 a.m., then 3, then 4.
Sebastian’s body had gone numb, his shoulders aching from the restraints, but he couldn’t look away.
Every detail burned into his mind: the way Bella’s toes curled when she came, the guttural grunts Ross made as he neared his own releases—only to hold back, edging himself to prolong the torment; the obscene squelch of her soaked pussy accommodating him again and again; the way she licked sweat from his chest like it was nectar.
Finally, as the first pale hints of dawn filtered through the cave, Ross’s pace quickened to a brutal frenzy.
Bella was a wreck—hair matted, her pussy swollen, voice hoarse from screaming his name—but she begged for it anyway.
"Cum inside me... please... fill me up..." Ross obliged with a deep, possessive growl, burying himself to the hilt as he erupted, pumping rope after thick rope deep into her.
Bella’s final orgasm hit at the same moment, her body seizing around him, milking every drop as she shuddered and sobbed in overwhelmed ecstasy.
They collapsed together, Ross still inside her, his weight pinning her to the ruined sheets.
Bella’s hand lazily stroked his back, a contented smile curving her swollen lips as she murmured sleepy praises against his skin.
Ross kissed her forehead almost tenderly before rolling off, his spent cock glistening with their combined fluids.
Sebastian remained frozen while nursing a broken heart, forgotten in the haze of their afterglow.
The room reeked of sex—thick, unmistakable, clinging to everything.
His wife drifted into exhausted sleep curled against the man who’d just claimed her so thoroughly, while Sebastian stared at the emptiness until the sun fully rose, broken, aroused against his will, and utterly alone with the echoes of a night that had changed everything forever.