Han's eyes trailed over her curves as he stepped inside, sweat still glistening on his skin from the grueling practice. It had been a while since he'd satisfied his more primal urges, and the time spent looking at all those beautiful women training, their chest bouncing at every movement, had only stoked the embers of his growing need. He hadn't been able to have sex with Shay, Tess, or Jenna those days because they were too tired and always fell asleep, and the days without release had built a slow-burning fire inside him. The fact that his Wild Libido was slowly accumulating in his body was certainly not helping with the situation.
"Oh, hi, H-Han…" Chloe's voice faltered as she noticed him, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. Despite the sweat clinging to his body and the disheveled state of his hair, Han's presence still stirred something deep within her.
"Hi, Chloe…" Han left his swords by the door, crossing the room until he stood beside her at the sink. Without a word, he grabbed a dish from the pile and began scrubbing alongside her. The warmth of his body radiated against her skin, sending a shiver through her.
"E-Eh?" Chloe's eyes widened in surprise. Han wanting to help her with the dishes? It seemed almost too good to be true.
"D-Don't you have to be training?" she stuttered, trying to keep her focus on the task at hand.
"Yeah, but a little break won't hurt." Han moved closer, his chest pressing against her back as he reached for another dish, his movements fluid and practiced.
"Is he… flirting with me?" Chloe wondered, her heart pounding in her chest. No way! Not when he already had Jenna, Tess, and Shay wrapped around his finger. Surely he couldn't be interested in someone as plain as her.
But then she felt it—a firm pressure against her lower back.
His cock.
Han's lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "Chloe…"
Chloe's breath hitched. "H-Han…" she stammered, her face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and desire.
Han didn't need any further encouragement. With practiced ease, he slid his hand beneath her apron, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her thighs.
"Let's get rid of these, shall we?" he murmured, his breath hot against her neck as he tugged at the fabric.
"H-Han… I-I don't know if we should…" Chloe's protests were weak, her body already responding to his touch.
"Why?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Chloe's resolve crumbled under his touch. "D-Don't you already have Jenna, Shay, and Tess—" she began, but Han cut her off with a searing kiss.
"Sorry, Chloe…" he murmured against her lips, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I just can't… can't control myself…"
His Wild Libido had reached a boiling point, driving him to claim her in the most primal way possible.
Chloe's protests died on her lips as Han's hands explored her body with a hunger she had never known before. His fingers, calloused from countless hours of training, sent shivers of pleasure through her as they caressed her sensitive skin.
With a swift motion, Han lifted Chloe onto the counter, pushing aside the dishes and sending them clattering to the floor. The sound of breaking porcelain was drowned out by their heavy breathing as he pushed her down, his body covering hers completely.
Chloe's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—shame, excitement, and a deep-seated desire to be taken by this man. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, not when Han already had other women in his life. But her body betrayed her, responding to his touch with a fervor she had never experienced before.
Han's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. His hands, so strong and sure, explored every curve of her body, leaving her gasping and writhing beneath him.
"Han… please …" she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as he nipped at the sensitive skin of her collarbone.
"I've got you, Chloe," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Just let go… let me take care of you…"
He freed his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants. Chloe's eyes widened at the sight of it, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red.
"H-Han… it's so big…" she breathed, her fingers tentatively reaching out to touch him.
Han groaned at her touch, his hips jerking forward instinctively. "Chloe…" he whispered, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he lowered her pants just enough to reveal the wetness between her thighs.
"I'll be gentle," he promised, his voice husky with desire. "I'll make you feel so good, Chloe… just trust me…"
His words, combined with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body, were enough to make Chloe forget her inhibitions. She nodded, her eyes locking with his as she spread her legs wider, inviting him in.
Han didn't hesitate. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, his thick length stretching her virgin passage.
"Relax, Chloe…" he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear as he began to move, each thrust slow and deep.
Chloe's body tensed at the initial discomfort, but soon, the pain gave way to pleasure. Han's movements, though gentle, were expert, hitting all the right spots as he claimed her completely.
"Oh… Han…" she moaned, her fingernails digging into his back as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful.
"Fuck, Chloe…" Han growled, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. "You're so tight… so wet…"
His words only fueled the fire burning within her. Chloe's body responded to his touch, her hips moving in perfect sync with his thrusts as they chased the pleasure building between them.
The sound of their passionate coupling filled the air—moans, gasps, and the slick sound of skin against skin. Han's thrusts grew more erratic, his control slipping as he neared his peak.
"Chloe… I'm close…" he growled, his fingers tangling in her hair as he captured her lips in a bruising kiss.
"Han… I—" Chloe's words were cut off by a cry of pleasure as Han hit a spot deep inside her that sent stars exploding behind her eyes.
Her body convulsed beneath him, her inner walls clamping down on his throbbing length as she reached her climax. The sensation was too much for Han to bear, and with a final, powerful thrust, he joined her, his hot seed spurting deep inside her quivering passage.
But their moment of ecstasy was short-lived. A sudden shout from the doorway made them both freeze.
"Han!"
Three voices in unison—Jenna, Shay, and Tess. They had come looking for him, worried that he had been gone too long for just getting a drink of water. And now, they found him in a compromising position with Chloe.
"S-Sir?" came Raphtalia's voice, her tone a mixture of shock and embarrassment. "What are you doing with Chloe?!"
'Fuck!'
To be continued...
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