Chapter 141 Disappointed.

Chapter 141: 141 Disappointed.

I continued to kiss Glacia through the doors as my powers instinctively felt the outline of the entire room.

But the mattress was the only thing calling to me.

Glacia appeared to share the sentiment. Her mouth grew hotter against mine, the kiss turning fierce and hungry.

She broke away just long enough to drag in a sharp breath before crushing her lips to me again, her fingers already working at the buttons of my shirt.

I helped her peel it off, then reached for her heavy overcoat, unfastening it and letting the garment slide from her shoulders to pool at our feet.

What remained was that pristine white bodysuit, clinging to every curve. I paused to look my fill—not heavy, certainly, but carrying curves exactly where they mattered.

Her breasts pressed tight against the fabric, her hips flaring out in a way that made my mouth go dry. Damn, she was stunning, her pale skin flushed pink, those eyes gleaming brighter than any stolen jewel.

"Sir..." she breathed, her chilled palm resting against my stomach.

Then she was sinking to her knees before I could react, her fingers at my waistband, working with surprising speed. She dragged my trousers and boxers down together, and I sprang free, rigid and aching. She inhaled sharply, gazed up at me through lowered lashes, and leaned in to press her lips to my tip.

"Ah!" I jerked. "Glacia, you—"

"Thank you for crushing that hero, sir," she whispered. "It was... remarkable..."

"Not a problem," I managed, my voice thick. Sweet Jesus. Was she actually going to...

She absolutely was.

A groan tore from my throat as she took me into her mouth. Her temperature ran cooler than normal—a lingering effect of her abilities—but the contrast only heightened every sensation as her lips traveled my length, lavishing attention with every slow bob. Holy hell, that felt incredible. She wasn’t taking me particularly deep, probably inexperienced with this particular act, but damn if her enthusiasm didn’t more than compensate.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, my hand settling atop her head as she found her rhythm. "Fuck. Glacia, that’s good. Keep going..."

She did. God Almighty, she did.

Her hands rose to wrap around what her mouth couldn’t accommodate, working in tandem with the wet heat of her tongue. She worshipped me with a tenderness that made my knees weak, and I groaned above her, my fingers tightening in her silvery-white hair. I wouldn’t last. Not with her doing that.

"Fuck. Glacia. That’s it. Almost... I’m... Mnnnn!"

I shuddered hard, my entire body tensing as release crashed through me. Glacia moaned, swallowing everything with evident relish.

She finally pulled back, her face still flushed, blinking up at me with a dazed expression that sent my heart hammering against my ribs all over again. I hauled her upright without ceremony, and she gasped as I attacked her neck with my mouth, her body trembling as my palms charted her curves, quickly locating the hidden seam of her costume. I worked it open, and the white garment parted from her, drifting down to join our clothes on the floor. Christ, she was exquisite. Breathtaking. Flawless.

"Sir," Glacia panted. "I... Mnnn!" Her words dissolved into a groan as I cupped her breast, kneading the soft weight until her nipple pebbled hard against my palm.

Just holding her had me stirring back to full arousal. There was no point in restraint. I lowered her onto the mattress, trailing kisses up her throat to capture her earlobe between my teeth, sucking gently. The high-pitched sound she made at that went straight to my groin, and I was fully hard again, throbbing against her hip.

I slipped my hand between her thighs, coaxing them apart, and traced along her cleft to find her soaked and ready. Perfect.

I positioned myself against her, and Glacia gasped as she felt the pressure at her entrance. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, her azure eyes hazy with naked want.

"P-please, sir," she begged. "Please."

Restraint was agony. I needed her too desperately. Glacia moaned softly as I pushed inside, her body arching, muscles clenching around me in rhythmic waves as I withdrew slightly only to sink back in deeper.

I started slow. Measured. But maintaining that control was torture. Before long I couldn’t help but accelerate, driven wild by the way she gripped me, flexing and squeezing with every thrust. I moaned, my breath coming harsh and fast, pounding into her with increasing urgency, each stuttering gasp she made driving my pulse into a thundering gallop.

"Sir! Yes! Ah! O-ohhhh! P-please, sir!" Glacia cried out. "M-more! Please, sir. M-mooooore!"

Her arms wrapped around me, hauling herself closer until her breasts crushed against my chest, and I drove into her harder. Faster. Oh fuck yes. Yes! I was right there. So close!

"Yesssss!" Glacia wailed, her inner walls clamping down as her climax ripped through her, her embrace viselike as she rode the crest of her pleasure.

I followed seconds later, the peak of sensation hurling me over the edge to join her in that blinding moment of release. I groaned as I spilled into her, pleasure radiating through my core in heated pulses.

Holy hell, that was incredible.

I withdrew carefully and gathered her against me. She’d grown cool to the touch again, but I found I didn’t mind in the slightest. I ran my fingers through her hair as she nestled against my sternum, her form slotting against mine like puzzle pieces.

"You did an amazing job today," I told her. "Outstanding work."

"I am pleased by your praise, sir," she replied, satisfaction threading through her breathless tone. "And... sir?"

"Yeah?"

"I had a project I was working on. I wondered if I might put it out on display around the grounds?"

"A project? Yeah, sure. That sounds pretty good."

"Thank you, sir. You will not be disappointed," Glacia said, nuzzling against my chest.

I chuckled, stroking her hair and back as she relaxed against me. Pretty good end to the day.