Why had he hesitated before?
She was his woman… his Annabelle, after all.
So why couldn't he bring himself to fuck her without restraint?
As he raised his head slightly and looked at her… at those eyes gleaming darkly, lost in pleasure, filled with an affection so intense he could barely comprehend it, Christian felt his earlier doubts melt away.
He had once believed something was off in her behavior. And so, he had waited, thinking she needed time to sort things out herself.
But that had been wrong.
If she couldn't sort them out on her own…
He could do it for her.
He just needed to fuck her… literally, not figuratively.
Something they would both enjoy… something that would erase everything else.
With that decision made, his thoughts fading away, and with his sister already sending him wordless signals through her eyes, it was time for action.
He pulled his hips back slowly, savoring the feeling of her slippery folds clinging to his shaft, her tightness refusing to let him go. He let out a low grunt of pleasure… and then pushed back in.
He started slow, each thrust deliberate, but it didn't take long before he picked up the pace.
The wet, obscene squelching of his cock sliding in and out of her filled the room, accompanied by the thick, humid scent of sex and the breathy, high-pitched moans coming from his sister's throat.
It was overwhelming, but their first time was just that meaningful for him. That pleasurable.
And he wasn't alone in this euphoria.
Annabelle, who had already climaxed once, was quickly approaching her second, after all.
She clung to the blanket at first, fingers trembling, until finally she let go and wrapped her arms tightly around her brother, pulling him in for a kiss.
It was something they had done so many times before, but right now, in the middle of this raw, trembling pleasure, it felt brand new.
She wanted to cum while kissing him.
She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, deforming her insides to his shape.
She could feel it bulging, twitching, so hot it burned… so full it felt like it was about to explode.
So, she broke the kiss for just a moment… just long enough to moan out breathlessly, "I–inside~…"
Christian didn't need to be told.
He was already planning to finish inside her.
He would've worried about pregnancy, once. But with his mastery of essence manipulation, he could handle everything afterward.
So he just nodded silently and leaned back into their kiss, lips locking once again.
He could hear her muffled moans even as he swallowed them with his mouth, and he could feel her body beneath him trembling, already screaming that she was close.
And so, he moved faster.
His hips slammed into hers, again and again, their bodies clapping with slick, rhythmic sounds.
He drove her into the bed, into madness, until he finally felt her pussy clamp down hard, tighter than ever, as she came.
Her cry was muffled by his mouth, her body convulsing beneath him.
That was all he needed.
And so, with a final deep thrust, he buried himself completely, and he too came.
He released inside her with a deep groan, thick ropes of white-hot cum shooting into her trembling core.
The sensation of him releasing inside her, so warm, so forceful, pushed her even further over the edge.
Her walls squeezed him even tighter.
Her juices gushed out around his cock, drenching his groin, soaking the sheets, and making a mess between them.
Their love… their lust… spilled out, raw and unfiltered.
Christian remained where he was, one hand pressed firmly into the blanket beneath them, his body still joined with hers.
He gazed down at his sister beneath him… at her flushed skin glistening with sweat, her breasts rising and falling with every breath erotically, and the strands of damp hair clinging to her face.
He was mesmerized by her beauty… by how radiant she looked in this moment, basking in the afterglow of their union.
And so, he couldn't help himself.
Gently, he brushed a few strands of her hair away, his touch now soft, so different from the rough, needy way he had gripped her before.
Then he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.
It was nothing like the heated kisses they'd shared earlier.
This one was slow… tender… and filled with love
When he pulled back, her lips were parted in a soft smile, and her eyes sparkled with warmth and satisfaction.
"That was fantastic," Annabelle whispered, her voice still trembling slightly as she tried to catch her breath.
Christian gave her a slow smirk, one hand still cradling her side as he murmured, "You're still Discover more novels on NovelHub - your gateway to endless stories.
His thick, still-hard cock, resting deep inside her, as if guarding her entrance, keeping every drop of his hot seed from escaping.
Realization dawned in her eyes, and a new wave of heat spread across her face.
A smile, playful and hungry, spread across her lips.
"I don't plan on sleeping tonight anyway," she said, voice thick with desire.
Annabelle was starving.
For his thick, white-hot release.
One round was never going to be enough.
Yes, she was sore… and her body still trembled from the loss of her virginity.
But her heart, and her body, were eager to be claimed again.
With the affirmation, Christian pulled back slowly, his cock sliding out with a wet pop, leaving her moaning low in her throat.
"Turn around," he said, voice deeper, darker now.
They needed something different for round two, after all.
Annabelle didn't hesitate.
She first rolled onto her stomach, then pushed herself up onto her knees, presenting herself to him in a position that made her heart race.
Her face burned with embarrassment, but she knew it wouldn't last.
The moment he entered her again, that shy warmth would be drowned out by the rush of raw pleasure.
Christian stared at her pussy, pink, puffy, and dripping with his cum… at her breasts hung down, full and soft, her back arched just enough to drive him mad.
Without another thought, he aligned his slick cock with her entrance, still wet from their first round… and pushed in.
Her moans welcomed him back, sweet and sinful.
And so, he started to move.
… Just like that, their bodies melted together again.
For more than an hour, their lust burned hot.
He fucked her again and again, until her words faded into breathy gasps… and eventually, silence.
Despite her bold intentions, Annabelle fell asleep—completely spent, body limp and satisfied.
Christian looked down at her, a mess of sweat, sex and sleep, and felt a strange sense of peace.
He didn't bother to clean up.
Instead, he lay beside her, pulled her into his arms, and pressed a kiss to her temple.
Her body was soft and warm, still twitching faintly from the aftershocks… as if intent on making him lose his rationality.
But he knew when to stop.
And so, he closed his eyes too.