February 6, 2026

Seven Sins System Chapter 765. Sweat and Need

Her gasp hit me like lightning.

And I didn’t even close my eyes.

I watched.

Red’s eyes rolled back for a second as she sank all the way down, thighs trembling against mine. Her breath caught, lips parting in a raw, startled moan. Her body, every inch of it, wrapped around me like it had been waiting for this, craving this. She clenched, her inner muscles fluttering, and her head tipped back as the pleasure crashed through her in waves.

I didn’t speak. Not at first.

I just breathed her in.

The scent of her skin, of sweat and heat and something darker, like cinnamon and bloodwine, coated the air.

And I could hear it.

Thump-thump.

Like a war drum inside her chest, wild and unsynced.

She started to move.

Slow at first. Testing. Grinding her hips in circles, letting me feel every motion, every muscle. She gasped again when the pressure hit just right, her nails digging into my shoulders, and I groaned low in my throat. The way she rolled her hips, it wasn’t human. It was carnal. Natural. Unapologetic.

I let my hands drift up her back, across the curve of her waist, and finally… finally… I cupped her breasts.

Soft. Warm. Full.

Her nipples were hard, sensitive, and when my thumbs brushed over them, her entire body jerked. A sharp cry left her throat.

“I missed these,” I muttered, almost to myself. “They look better when you’re panting.”

Red grinned at that, but it was a breathless thing. “Touch me more,” she whispered. “I want you to see everything.”

She grabbed her own wrists and raised her arms above her head, arching her back like a dancer. Her body was on full display now, glowing with sweat and need. Her chest rose and fell, every breath like a plea. And I took her in. My hands moved from her breasts to her sides, to her hips, dragging her down harder. Deeper.

She cried out.

And then she moved.

Fast.

It wasn’t just riding anymore, it was claiming. She rocked her hips with a strength that felt unholy, bouncing in my lap, taking everything I gave and demanding more. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the office, and I didn’t care who heard. Her thighs slapped against mine, her breath turning into loud, unfiltered moans. Each thrust of hers made the chair creak, made the floor vibrate, made the air thicker.

I grinned. Couldn’t help it.

“You call this control?” I asked, my voice low, dark with pride. “You’re shaking.”

She shook her head, sweaty hair sticking to her cheek. “Let me… just—”

She slammed down hard and didn’t move for a second, frozen on the edge.

Then she broke.

She came with a scream, her whole body arching as her orgasm hit like a thunderclap. Her mouth dropped open, a choked, strangled sound escaping her lips as she gripped my shoulders like lifelines. Her inner walls pulsed and clenched, riding out the high like she’d been starving for it.

And me?

I was still hard. Still burning. Still buried deep inside her with not a single drop of tension released.

She slumped forward into me, panting. Her lips brushed my ear.

I held her. Let her rest for a beat, her chest pressed to mine, heart hammering.

Then I tilted my head and spoke, quietly. Commanding.

“Bite me. On the neck.”

She stilled.

My hand tangled in her hair, not hard, not pulling, just there.

“I give you permission, Red.”

Her body trembled. From fear? From need? Maybe both. That was the thing about vampires and succubi. Their restraint wasn’t moral. It was trained. They were designed to feast. To devour.

And I’d just given her the greenlight.

She leaned in slowly, lips brushing over my jaw, then lower. She kissed my neck once. Twice. Her breath hitched, and I could feel the sharp edge of her fangs dragging gently over my skin.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispered.

“You won’t,” I said. “Take what you need.”

There was a moment.

A heartbeat.

Then she bit.

Not gently.

Her fangs sank in deep, right at the crook between neck and shoulder. And it burned. Not pain, not exactly. More like fire curling through my veins, like the heat of her need echoing into my blood. She moaned against me as she fed, her body writhing in my lap, her thighs clenching again like the taste alone was driving her to a second high.

And she kept moving.

Grinding. Rubbing. Her slickness coating every inch of me. Her hips rolled slower now, but with more intensity, as if feeding made her feel everything more vividly. I could feel her swallow. The pull. My blood flowing into her. The magic between us tightening like a noose.

She whimpered when she finally pulled back, lips bloody, eyes glowing too bright to be mortal. Her mouth was red, her fangs still slick. She licked her lips, dazed.

“I… I didn’t mean to take that much…”

I didn’t care.

I cupped her jaw, pulled her close, and kissed her.

Hard.

The taste of my own blood on her tongue only made it hotter. She whimpered into my mouth, still trembling, her thighs flexing as she rocked against me.

“You needed it,” I murmured against her lips. “So take it.”

She kissed me again, more desperate this time, more grateful. Her nails curled into my chest, drawing faint lines that healed almost instantly, and she pressed her forehead to mine.

“I love you like this,” she said. “Raw. Real. Not hiding anymore.”

I didn’t respond.

Because behind her, I could already feel Penelope’s breath on my shoulder. Katrina’s hand on my knee. The heat hadn’t faded. It had multiplied.

Red wasn’t the only one who was starving.

And I wasn’t done.

Not even close.

“Get up,” I whispered to Red. “Let your daughters have a turn.”

She bit her lip.

And obeyed.

Her body slid off mine slow, trembling with aftershocks, her breath still uneven. Her thighs were slick, shaking, the glow of her sigils dimming slightly as she stumbled back, lips parted, eyes hazy. She looked ruined. Beautiful. Like a temple after worship, still standing, but barely.

And yet I was still hard.

Still waiting.