Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 425

Chapter 425: Gift

The clothes lay scattered around the sofa, as the two naked bodies indulged in a passionate, intimate act on that sofa, without any care in the world.

The loud and seductive moans of a woman filled the surroundings, trying to keep up with the relentless man hovering over her, dominating not just her body but even her soul entirely.

Natalie’s breath came in short, trembling gasps, body slick with sweat and limbs trembling from the waves that had already crashed over her again and again.

She collapsed back onto the cushions, eyes half-lidded, chest heaving. "I... I can’t," she whispered, voice hoarse with pleasure and exhaustion.

But Justin wasn’t finished.

He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear, his voice rough and commanding. "Yes, you can. Turn over."

She blinked, dazed. "But—"

He cut her off with a kiss, deep and consuming, stealing the last of her resistance. "You’re mine today. Every last part of you. Be a good girl."

With a soft whimper, she obeyed, her body aching yet craving more. He guided her firmly, possessively—one hand on her hip, the other steadying her.

"Just like that," he growled, as he guided her hands to hold on to the handrest of the sofa. "Now hold still for me."

And as he moved behind her, the sofa groaned beneath them, matching the rhythm of his relentless hunger and her surrender—wild and untamed.

The muscles of his hands that held her and his perfectly sculpted long legs looked taut as he moved with perfection, each thrust driving her to madness.

He didn’t let up.

With a growl of hunger still unsatisfied, he pulled her up and turned her, lifting her with ease. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively as he pressed her back against the wall beside the sofa, holding her in place like she weighed nothing.

She gasped, overwhelmed again. "You’re insatiable..."

His eyes burned into hers. "No. I’m just addicted—to you."

Their bodies collided again, harder this time, the rhythm wild and unrestrained.

The world outside faded into nothing but skin, breath, and heat."Say it," he demanded between thrusts, voice low and fierce. "Say who you belong to."

She could barely speak, but the words spilled from her lips like a vow. "You... I’m yours. Only yours."

That was all he needed. With one final, powerful motion, they fell into release together—loud, breathless, trembling.

Silence followed, thick and warm. He held her tightly, not letting her feet touch the floor just yet.

"Are you done yet?" she whispered in the crook of his neck.

He didn’t stop despite so many times she had asked him to, so she wanted to hear it from him—whether she should be relaxed or ready for him again.

His fingers traced her spine gently under her sweaty skin, and he planted a soft kiss on her head, knowing she wouldn’t be able to keep up with him.

"We can continue it later." With that, he lifted her—just like that—with her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands holding her at the hips. "Let’s freshen up."

Just as she turned to go to his room upstairs, she looked at the messy sofa over his shoulder, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck. "We need to clean the mess on the sofa."

"Don’t worry about it," he said and carried her anyway.

All freshened up with a nice soak in the bathtub, Justin wrapped her in the bathrobe and brought her to bed. She looked utterly exhausted.

"Rest for a while. I’ll wake you up when the food is ready," he said.