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Seven Sins System Chapter 605. I’m Not Done With You
🕑 Added 2025-04-25 19:26:29 +0000 UTCSeven Sins System Chapter 605. I’m Not Done With You
I shifted my hips and pulled back slightly—just enough to make us both groan at the loss. And then I thrust forward again, slowly, letting every inch sink back into her heat like we were starting from the beginning.
She gasped, mouth falling open. Her nails scraped lightly down my back.
I grunted, low and sharp. “I’m not done with you.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck again, tighter this time. Her lips pressed to my collarbone.
“…Good.”
My tentacles returned, curling around her waist and thighs, holding her in place like a cradle of heat and power. I angled her hips just right, watching her breath hitch as I pushed deeper again, the pace picking up—not frantic, not rough, but solid. Purposeful.
Our bodies moved like we’d done this for centuries.
Like this was our rhythm now.
And maybe it was.
I leaned in close, pressing my forehead to hers again, watching the way her pupils dilated, how her mouth trembled each time I bottomed out.
“I want to fill you,” I whispered. “Completely.”
She didn’t look away.
She didn’t flinch.
She nodded.
“Yes.”
Just one word.
And it broke the last restraint in me.
I moved harder now, deeper, the slap of our hips echoing in the quiet cave as the air thickened again—charged, wild. Our breath mingled. Our sweat dripped to the floor. Her divine glow shimmered, reacting to the corruption I poured into her with every thrust.
And I couldn’t stop.
I wouldn’t stop.
Because this wasn’t just lust.
This was devotion.
This was bonding.
This was the moment a devil and a goddess stopped being enemies…
And became something else entirely.
I clutched her tighter, hips driving forward as I growled into her ear, “You’re mine, Puriel. Forever.”
And her voice—small, broken, breathless—came back like a prayer.
“I’ve always been yours.”
And we didn’t stop. Not for a long time.
Time blurred into heat, breath, and the rhythm of our bodies crashing together. My back burned with tension. My core throbbed in a way that felt almost dangerous, like the connection between us was feeding something deeper—older—than just lust.
She clung to me. Tight. Her fingers dug into my shoulders like she was trying to anchor herself to this reality. Her legs tightened around my waist with every thrust, urging me deeper, harder, like even her divine form was desperate for more.
And me?
I was completely losing control.
There was nothing polished or composed left in me. I wasn’t a prince. I wasn’t a tactician. I wasn’t even a war-forged demon anymore. I was feral. Raw. Every nerve was screaming for more of her, every muscle tensed with the need to bury myself so deep inside her she’d never feel untouched again.
I growled—loud, guttural—dragging my teeth down her neck, tasting her skin like it was mine to devour. And gods help me, it was. Her taste was addictive. Sweet and sacred, but laced with the kind of chaos that drove me insane.
She kissed me.
Hard.
Open-mouthed. Tongue pushing past my lips like she wanted to claim my soul through my mouth alone. Her kiss wasn’t soft or shy—it was hungry. She moaned into it, sucking my lower lip before diving back in, her breath mixing with mine, every kiss deeper than the last.
And I couldn’t stop kissing her back.
Sloppy. Deep. Desperate.
I held her tighter—my claws grazing her skin, my tentacles curling possessively around her thighs and waist like they were a second pair of arms. Her body rocked with mine, pressed between me and the wall, and I could feel her pulse racing just as fast as mine.
The scent in the air was changing again.
Thicker. Hotter.
It filled my nose like smoke and incense, but sweeter. More primal. I breathed it in and instantly felt my head swim. Dizzy. High. Like the air itself was steeped in the magic of what we were doing. Our energies—divine and demonic—were bleeding into the atmosphere, warping it, charging it.
The cave reacted.
I glanced to the side, trying to steady my spinning thoughts, and I saw it—cracks. Thin glowing fractures lining the walls like veins of light and darkness fighting to break free.
“What the…” I muttered under my breath, panting hard, sweat dripping down my temple.
But before I could think further—she kissed me again.
Even harder this time.
Her mouth claimed mine like a spell cast through lips and breath and heat. Our teeth clashed. Our tongues fought and tangled and melted into each other. And I groaned into her mouth, letting it all go, losing any thought that wasn’t her.
I could feel her magic now, not attacking mine—but melding with it. Threading through me like a gentle storm, crashing softly against every place I thought was untouchable. Her divine core beat against my demonic one, their rhythms syncing in some impossible, perfect harmony that shouldn’t have existed.
But it did.
And it was making me ravenous.
I pulled back just enough to look at her.
Her eyes were wide. Glowing slightly. Her cheeks flushed, her lips red, her expression wrecked. Not from pain. From pleasure. From need. From everything we’d become in the span of a single night.
“You’re driving me insane,” I muttered, voice rough and cracked.
She let out a shaky breath. “Good.”
I growled again, grabbing her ass and slamming her against the wall harder. Her moan echoed across the chamber, bouncing back at us like it belonged there.
The walls cracked again. Louder this time.
Magic pulsed around us.
It wasn’t just the cave breaking.
It was reality bending.
Because we weren’t just two beings tangled in lust.
We were opposing forces—wrath and chastity, sin and sanctity—slamming into each other again and again until the world couldn’t hold the pressure.
Her tongue traced my lips again, slower now. She was trembling. Her body reacting to every thrust, every kiss, every gasp between us.
And me?
I was shaking.
Not from exhaustion.
From how badly I wanted to claim her.
Again.
And again.
