In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 122: (R-18) [Chapter - ] - Leo is back home

For two days, he had been a warlord, a negotiator, a king of bandits. He had worn armor, spilled blood, and walked with death. But the moment his lips touched Seraphine’s, all of that vanished.

The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t the tentative, testing kiss of their first night. It was a collision.

Seraphine threw herself at him, her body colliding with his chest with a desperate impact. Her hands tangled in his hair, her nails scraping his scalp, pulling him down to her.

She kissed him like she was trying to steal the breath from his lungs, like she was drowning and he was the only air left in the world.

Leo responded with equal hunger. He dropped his guard, his arms wrapping around her waist, crushing her against him. He lifted her off her feet, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist, locking him in.

He carried her to the bed, never breaking the kiss. They fell onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs and frantic hands.

Seraphine broke the kiss, gasping for air.

Her eyes were wide, scanning his face, his neck, his arms. She looked terrified.

"Let me see," she demanded, her voice trembling.

She grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked. Buttons popped, scattering across the floor like hail.

Leo helped her, shrugging out of the tunic and tossing it aside. He stripped off his shirt, revealing his bare chest.

Seraphine’s hands were everywhere. She ran her palms over his skin, tracing the fresh, pink scars from the forest battles, the older jagged mark on his arm. She pressed her hand over his heart, feeling the strong, steady beat.

"You’re hurt," she whispered, her fingers lingering on a bruise on his ribs. "You bled."

"I healed," Leo said, catching her hand and kissing her palm. He grinned, the cocky smirk returning. "I told you, I’m hard to kill. The bandits tried. The monsters tried. But I always come back to my treasure."

Seraphine let out a choked sob. She buried her face in his neck, inhaling his scent—sweat, leather, and the faint metallic tang of the road.

"You reckless fool," she mumbled into his skin. "I hate you. I hate you for making me worry."

"I know," Leo murmured, stroking her hair. "But I’m here now."

He pulled back slightly, looking into her amber eyes. The fear was fading, replaced by a heat that burned brighter than the fireplace.

"Now," Leo said, his voice dropping to a low, possessive growl. "It’s my turn."

He reached for the hem of her silk nightgown.

He didn’t rip it. He didn’t rush. He slid his large, calloused hands up her thighs, feeling the smooth skin.

He moved higher, over the curve of her hips, his thumbs pressing into her waist. The friction of his rough palms against her soft skin made her shiver violently.

He pulled the gown up, over her head, and tossed it away. It floated to the floor like a white ghost.

Seraphine lay there, completely naked in the afternoon twilight filtering through the heavy curtains. Her skin glowed like pearl.

Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, the nipples hard peaks. Her hips were wide, inviting, her legs slightly parted.

Instinctively, she moved to cover herself, a remnant of her noble modesty.

Leo caught her wrists. He pinned them gently to the mattress on either side of her head.

"Don’t hide," Leo commanded softly, his eyes devouring her. "I want to see what I came back for. I want to see what belongs to me."

Seraphine shuddered, her resistance melting instantly. She relaxed, opening herself to him, presenting her body as an offering.

Leo shed his trousers, kicking them off the bed. He was fully hard, his desire evident and demanding.

He crawled over her, positioning himself between her legs. He didn’t tease her this time. He didn’t need to. The scent of her arousal was heavy in the air; she was already slick and waiting for him.

He looked her in the eyes.

"I missed you, Sera," he whispered.

He pushed inside. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

It was a slow, heavy slide. Seraphine gasped, her back arching off the mattress as he filled her completely. She felt him stretching her, occupying the space that had felt so empty for the last forty-eight hours.

"Oh god..." she breathed.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at the small of his back. She pulled him down, burying her face in his neck, her teeth grazing his skin.

"Don’t leave again," she sobbed, her voice muffled against him.

"Don’t ever leave me again. I can’t take it."

"I’m not going anywhere," Leo promised.

He began to move.

It wasn’t the frantic, animalistic pounding of the dungeon. It was slow. Deep. Grinding. He wanted to feel every inch of her.

He wanted to memorize the texture of her inside him.

He withdrew almost completely, then slid back in, hitting her deepest spot.

"You waited for me," he murmured into her ear, nipping the lobe. "Good girl. You kept this warm for me."

"I belong to you," Seraphine moaned, matching his rhythm, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. "Only you. No one else. Never anyone else."

Leo grinned. He wanted to see more. He wanted to own her from every angle.

"Turn over," Leo commanded, his voice huskier.

Seraphine didn’t hesitate. She was pliable in his hands. Leo pulled out, leaving her empty and whining at the loss for a split second, before he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach.

He made her rise onto her hands and knees.

The view was magnificent. The curve of her spine, the wideness of her hips, the way her pale ass cheeks spread slightly, inviting him back in.

Leo didn’t wait. He knelt behind her. He gripped her hips with his large hands, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

He drove back into her from behind.

"Ahhh!" Seraphine cried out, her head falling forward onto the pillows.

This angle went deeper. Much deeper. He felt her tightness squeeze him, the friction intense.

Leo leaned forward, draping his upper body over her back. He pressed his chest against her spine, wrapping his arms around her to cup her heavy breasts, weighing them in his hands.

He began to thrust, snapping his hips forward. Slap. Slap. Slap.

His mouth was right next to her ear now. He looked at the heavy wooden door of the chamber.

"Does he know?" Leo whispered into her ear, his voice dark and cruel.

Seraphine whimpered, shaking her head. "Who?"

"That Bastard Lord," Leo growled, thrusting harder, making her body rock forward with every impact. "Does he know his wife is getting fucked like a bitch in his own guest room? Does he know I’m filling you up right under his roof?"

"I don’t care!" Seraphine cried out, her voice rising in a mix of shame and pleasure. "Let him hear! Let him know!"

"You want him to hear?" Leo teased, biting her shoulder. "You want him to know you prefer a commoner’s cock over his title?"

"Yes! Yes, Leo! I am yours! Let him watch if he wants!"

This fueled Leo. The idea of stealing her, of claiming the Lord’s wife while the man sat in his study nearby, ignited a fire in his blood.

He sat up, pulling her back by her hips so he could see the penetration. He pounded into her, harder and faster.

"Take it," he snarled. "Take every inch."

Seraphine was a mess. Her hair was a golden curtain hiding her face, but her moans were loud and uninhibited. She was biting her lip so hard it was turning white. Her hands clawed at the sheets, twisting the fabric.

"Leo... please... I’m close..."

Leo shifted one last time. He grabbed her shoulder and flipped her onto her back again, but he didn’t lay down.

He knelt between her legs, hooking her knees over his elbows, spreading her as wide as she could go.

He pounded into her.

The sound of wet flesh slapping filled the room. He hit her cervix, eliciting sharp, breathless cries.

"You like that?" he panted, sweat dripping from his brow onto her chest. "You like taking it deep?"

"Yes! Yes! Please!"

Seraphine was close. She was chanting his name like a prayer.

"Leo... Leo... please..."

Leo felt the pressure building in his own body. The friction was incredible. Her inner walls were clamping down on him, milking him with every stroke.

He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss to muffle her screams as she went over the edge.

He drove deep, hitting her womb, and held it there.

Seraphine shattered.

Her body convulsed. She clamped down on him, her back bowing off the bed, her scream vibrating against his lips.

Leo followed her. He let go.

He poured himself into her, groaning against her mouth. He pulsed, wave after wave of heat flooding into her. He stayed buried deep, making sure she felt every drop, making sure she knew exactly who she belonged to.

They collapsed together, tangled in limbs and sweat.

The room was silent except for their ragged, synchronized breathing.

Leo rolled to the side, but he kept an arm around her, pulling her back against his chest. He spooned her, his hand resting possessively on her stomach.

Seraphine snuggled back into him, fitting perfectly against his body. She reached down and interlaced her fingers with his, tracing the muscles of his arm.

She looked peaceful. The lines of worry and fear that had etched her face for the last two days were gone.

"You came back," she whispered, sounding as if she still couldn’t quite believe it.

Leo kissed the top of her golden head, inhaling the scent of her hair.

"I told you," Leo said softly. "I always come back for my treasure."

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