Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 163 Devil Taking An Angel**

The moonlight spilling through the window painted them in silver, shadows dancing on bare skin like whispers of something sacred. Tessa's fingers traced every inch of him, slow and deliberate, like she was memorizing the shape of his existence. Her lips followed where her hands wandered—soft, reverent kisses over his neck, his collarbone, his chest—each touch igniting something raw in the silence between them.

Parker lay back, his breaths uneven, a rare vulnerability in the way his body surrendered to hers. For once, he wasn't calculating, wasn't controlling. He was hers, completely and utterly, and he didn't fight it. Tessa's hair cascaded over his skin as she moved, her every motion careful but purposeful, like she was determined to show him just how much he meant to her without needing words.

"How are you even real?" she whispered, her voice breaking slightly as her hands pressed against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Her eyes met his—wide, awestruck—and in that moment, she looked at him like he was more than human, like he was something divine wrapped in broken pieces.

Parker swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as her words hit him somewhere deep. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a quiet exhale of her name. Tessa. Like a prayer. Like a confession.

Her lips traveled lower, her kisses featherlight but insistent. She took her time, savoring every reaction, every hitch in his breath, every faint groan that escaped him. Her hands explored him like she was discovering something infinite, her touch both tender and possessive, as if she was grounding herself in him while giving him all of her.@@@@

She drank in every bit of his scent, intoxicating and heady, pulling her deeper into the moment. This wasn't the first time they'd made love, but for her, this felt different—raw, unfiltered. Tonight, it wasn't just about sharing passion; it was about giving back to the man she called her own. Her man.

She lay atop him, savoring the warmth of his skin against hers, every muscle taut beneath her fingertips, every inch of him radiating power. Beneath her, she could feel it—the heat of his dragon pressing insistently between her legs, making her breath hitch. A smirk ghosted across her lips as she leaned down, trailing kisses along his jaw, his neck, every place her lips could reach, leaving a trail of shimmering wetness in her wake.

The moonlight and the warm glow of the room caught her glistening path, making her work feel sacred, like art in motion.

Sliding lower, she took her time, mapping out every inch of him with her mouth. Slow. Intentional. By the time she reached her destination, her heart pounded like a war drum.

Tentatively, she let her fingers wrap around him, marveling at the dragon, the weight, the sheer perfection of it. Firm, commanding, and utterly masculine—yet in her hands, it felt subdued, obedient to her whims. It was hers to worship.

"No." He smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face. "You don't have to prove anything to me. This isn't about just me... It's about us."

With that, he lifted her effortlessly, putting her into the bed. She gasped as he laid her down, the cool sheets meeting her back. Before she could react, he was hovering above her, his weight grounding her.

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"Let me, honey," she whispered, reaching for him.

He smiled again, but this time it was playful, teasing. "Not this time."

Tessa shivered as the light caught her skin, her body glowing under the moonlight. He straddled her, his hands tracing over her curves reverently, memorizing every inch of her. "You're my queen, Tess. My everything," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Her lips parted in a soft moan as his hands found her hips, guiding her movements as she sat up to straddle him. Slowly, she took him into her wet folds, their connection effortless, perfect. They moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm as old as time itself.

Her head fell back, a moan escaping her lips as she whispered, "I missed you inside me so much, honey..."she whispered, her voice trembling with intoxicated pleasure she never knew was possible.

"I've got you," Parker murmured, his hands gripping her hips as their rhythm grew faster, more desperate.

And in the soft glow of the room, they lost themselves completely in each other.