My Taboo Harem! - Chapter 231 - 231: The Princess's Dream 2 (r-18)

Phei’s hands found her waist like they were forged for it—big, firm soft palms slamming under the hem of her crisp white blouse, fingers splaying wide and possessive across the hot, bare skin just above her skirt. No hesitation, no soft exploration—this was raw claim.

He gripped her hard, thumbs digging deep into the soft dips above her hip bones, fingers curling around the narrow curve of her sides like he was measuring exactly how perfectly she fit in his hold.

The strength was brutal—muscles flexing under his skin, bruising pressure that made her gasp sharp and high as he yanked her flush against him, crushing her body to his until her tits smashed against his chest and his hard cock ground thick and insistent against her lower belly through their clothes.

He took her backwards.

Maddie’s back slammed into the cold marble edge of the island—the shock of freezing stone against her spine making her arch violently, a helpless whine tearing from her throat.

The contrast was vicious: his scorching palms branding her waist, the icy counter biting into her back, sending violent shivers ripping through her body. Her nipples hardened instantly, stabbing through her bra and blouse against his chest.

He didn’t speak.

He didn’t need to.

His grip tightened cruelly, fingers sinking deeper into her soft flesh—hard enough to leave red marks, hard enough she knew she’d wear his fingerprints for days. Even the restrained power in his hands was terrifying and intoxicating; she felt how easily he could lift her, break her, pin her exactly where he wanted.

Her pussy clenched hard, a rush of slick soaking her panties as her body surrendered before her mind could catch up—spine bowing, waist pushing deeper into his brutal hold, offering herself up like a sacrifice.

Phei leaned in.

The first brush of his lips was anything but soft—a hard, hungry press, mouth slamming over hers in deliberate possession.

Maddie’s lips parted on a sharp gasp, and he took it—tongue thrusting inside without mercy, claiming every inch of her mouth in one filthy stroke.

She moaned loud and shameless into him, the sound vibrating between their fused lips as he angled his head and fucked her mouth with his tongue—slow, deep, obscene drags that mimicked exactly what his cock was promising.

He sucked her lower lip hard—bit down until she whimpered, the sting sharp and perfect—then soothed it with a slow, wet lick that made her knees buckle completely. She kissed him back desperately—teeth clashing, tongue fighting his, chasing his mouth when he pulled back a fraction, needy little cries spilling from her throat like she was starving.

His hands never stopped owning her waist—one sliding higher under her blouse, palm splaying wide between her shoulder blades, forcing her to arch harder into him, tits crushed against his chest.

The other stayed locked low, thumb grinding circles over her skin, fingers digging in rhythm with every thrust of his tongue, like he was already fucking her through the kiss alone.

Every time she tried to breathe, he stole it—plunging deeper, sucking her tongue, swallowing every moan like it belonged to him.

Time dissolved.

There was only the wet, messy slide of mouths—tongues tangling, teeth scraping, spit slicking their lips and chins. He growled deep in his chest, the vibration rumbling through her, and bit her upper lip hard enough to make her cry out, then licked into her mouth again like he was trying to devour her whole.

Maddie’s hands fisted desperately in his damp hair, pulling hard, nails scraping his scalp as she tried to drag him closer, deeper, more. Her body shook uncontrollably—waist flexing under his punishing grip, her hips grinding forward to rub her soaked pussy against the hard ridge of his cock, chasing friction like a desperate slut.

When he finally ripped his mouth away—just an inch—both of them were wrecked: lips swollen and red, slick with spit, breath ragged and harsh, foreheads pressed together.

His hands stayed clamped on her waist—fingers bruised deep into her skin, thumbs stroking possessively over the marks he’d left.

“Mine,” he rasped against her gasping mouth, voice raw and feral with ownership.

Maddie could only whimper, nodding frantically, body trembling violently in his hold, waist still burning from the brutal imprint of his hands.

And then he slammed his mouth back over hers—harder, deeper, hungrier—tongue fucking her senseless as his grip on her waist tightened to the point of delicious pain.

Phei’s patience snapped like a live wire.

His hands released her waist only to fist brutally in the collar of her crisp white blouse. One savage, full-body yank—fabric shredding with a sharp rip, buttons exploding like bullets, pinging off marble counters and glass cabinets in a chaotic spray.

The ruined shirt gaped open for half a heartbeat, revealing the black lace bra beneath, before he clawed it off her shoulders and down her arms in one violent pull, nails scraping red lines on her skin as he flung the shredded cloth aside like garbage.

Maddie gasped—sharp, shocked, her back slamming harder against the cold marble—but he was already on her like a predator unleashed.

He started at her neck.

Mouth hot, open, feral—he attacked the elegant column with zero restraint. Teeth scraped first—hard enough to leave white lines that flushed red instantly, then his lips sealed over the frantic thunder of her pulse.

He sucked viciously, tongue lashing the spot in rapid, wet flicks, biting down sharp enough to make her scream—a high, broken cry that echoed off the kitchen walls.

One hand fisted tight in her hair, yanking her head back brutally to expose every inch of throat, arching her neck until the tendons stood out. The other clamped her waist again—fingers digging deep into soft flesh, bruising hard, pinning her immobile against the counter.

He devoured her neck—sucking hard enough to pull blood to the surface in blooming purple bruises, biting along the curve where neck met shoulder, tongue dragging in sloppy, possessive stripes that left her skin shining with his spit.

Every mark was deliberate—wet, red, throbbing—claiming the pale canvas from jaw to collarbone until it looked like she’d been mauled.

Maddie whimpered—thighs clenching hard, pussy flooding fresh slick into her soaked panties, hands clawing desperately at his shoulders, nails drawing blood.

Then lower.

His mouth dragged down—open and ravenous, no finesse, just raw hunger—over the newly exposed skin of her upper chest.

Lips, teeth, tongue everywhere at once—fast, brutal, unstoppable.

Over her collarbones—biting the delicate ridges hard enough to make her jerk, down the sternum—sucking wet, dark hickeys that bloomed instantly. He shoved the tattered blouse remnants fully off, hands clawing the fabric away until her upper body was bare except for the black lace bra straining over her heavy tits.

The bra didn’t survive another second.

His fingers hooked the front clasp—snap—the lace sprang open with a sharp sound. He ripped it down her arms in one violent yank, fabric scraping her skin red, flinging it across the kitchen without a glance.

Her perfect DDs spilled free—heavy, flushed deep pink, bouncing hard from the force, nipples swollen thick and dark, jutting out like they were begging for his mouth.

Her perfect DD breasts were heavy yet impossibly firm, teardrop perfection with a gentle upper slope yielding to lush fullness below—45% above the nipple, 55% below for that natural, youthful droop that swayed hypnotically with every lunged breath.

Skin smooth as silk, pale and flawless, stretched taut over voluptuous curves that spill forward like ripe fruit begging to be plucked, deep cleavage forming a shadowed valley you could lose yourself in.

Areolas wide and dusky rose, framing nipples thick as eraser tips, perpetually pert and uptilted 15-20 degrees, darkening to chocolate peaks when aroused—swollen, hypersensitive, jutting obscenely like they ache for teeth, tongue, torment.

Symmetrical orbs, each a generous palmful-plus, bouncing with resilient heft, warm and yielding under fingers, veined faintly blue beneath the surface, radiating heat that promises to melt you as they heave, flushed crimson at the edges from the barest touch.

Phei growled—low, animal, possessive—and descended like a starving man.

He took her left breast first—mouth wide open, engulfing half the heavy globe in one brutal suck, lips sealing tight as his tongue lashed the stiff nipple in rapid, punishing flicks.

Teeth grazed the peak—nipping sharp, hard enough to make her scream his name raw and desperate—then soothed with a long, sloppy lick that left it shining with spit.

His hand attacked the other tit—gripping rough, kneading the soft flesh hard enough to spill over his fingers, thumb and forefinger pinching the nipple viciously, rolling and tugging until it throbbed dark and swollen.

He switched—fast, no mercy—mouth sealing over the right breast, devouring it the same way: deep, wet suction that hollowed his cheeks, tongue whipping the nipple, teeth scraping and biting until she sobbed.

He feasted—alternating between them in a frenzy, sucking one nipple deep into his throat while pinching and twisting the other until it was raw and throbbing. Neck again—lunging up to bite her throat hard, sucking another bruise while his hands mauled her tits.

Back down—mouth latching onto a nipple and pulling hard, stretching it until it snapped free with a wet pop, then attacking the other.

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A/N: I am on another level!