Seven Sins System Chapter 767. The Devil Underneath

Seven Sins System Chapter 767. The Devil Underneath

The desk creaked under her, every motion of her hips sending tremors through the wood. She was so damn responsive, every roll of her body feeding off my energy, like she was starving to feel everything. And I let her. I gave her all of it.

Her moans weren’t gentle. They were sharp, gasping, breathless, like each one scraped against her ribs on the way out. I bent low, lips against her throat, and felt the thrum of her pulse hammering against my mouth. I could feel the tension building under her skin. She was close. Already. And she didn’t try to slow it down. Didn’t try to hide it.

She broke fast. Hard.

Her back bowed, eyes snapping open before slamming shut again, lips parted in a soundless cry as the climax hit her like fire through her veins. Her whole body clenched, like she couldn’t tell if she wanted to pull me deeper or shove me away just to keep from drowning. Her voice cracked when she moaned my name.

“Azrael—!”

Her thighs shook. Her breath came in short, rapid bursts. And for a second, she looked dazed. Feral. Beautiful in a way only a broken thing could be.

But I wasn’t done.

Not even close.

Because before the last echo of Katrina’s moan faded from the room, Penelope was already on me.

She practically launched herself forward, catching me off balance, not from strength, but from heat. The sheer, overwhelming need radiating off her. Her body collided with mine, bare skin against bare skin, cool but feverish. Her lips smashed against mine in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation.

I caught her waist before she could throw herself down into my lap and held her back.

“Penelope,” I warned.

“No,” she gasped against my mouth. “Don’t make me wait again. I can’t. I’ll go crazy.”

“You already are,” I said, smirking.

Her hips ground into mine. She wasn’t listening. Her body was shaking, not from fear, not even from arousal, but from how badly she needed to feel something. She clawed at my chest, her thighs tightening around me, breath hot and frantic.

She looked me dead in the eyes.

“I want to feel you ruin me,” she whispered. “I want to forget how to think.”

Her voice cracked, not from pain, but from the pure overload dancing across her nerves.

I could feel her wetness sliding against my stomach, her rhythm uncoordinated, lost in the ache. She wasn’t graceful like Katrina. She wasn’t patient like Red. She was chaos. She wanted to devour me.

And for a moment, I thought about teasing her.

Making her earn it.

But the look in her eyes? That wide, pleading, desperate look that said she was one second away from screaming?

It was too raw to ignore.

I let go.

Penelope let out a sound that didn’t even try to be polite, just raw pleasure and hunger, and wrapped herself around me like a storm. Her movements were messy, wild, more grind than rhythm, but the way she touched me? Like she thought I might vanish if she didn’t take all of me into her right now? That did something.

My hands gripped her hips, guiding her just enough to give her balance. She started moving fast. Reckless. Her hair fell over her face, sticking to her cheeks. Her nails left lines on my shoulders, then my chest, dragging down with every thrust.

“You feel so good,” she whispered, breathless. “So hot— too hot— oh~”

She wasn’t elegant. She didn’t try to be.

She took.

Every movement was desperate. Every breath was a plea. She kissed me like she was drowning and I was the only air left in this world.

I kissed her back just as hard.

“You’ve wanted this,” I growled against her lips. “Even when you pretended to behave.”

She nodded, eyes wide, pupils blown.

“You came into my office in tight little skirts,” I said. “Pushed your chest out whenever I passed. Always testing.”

Her breath hitched. Her hips bucked harder.

“You knew I saw you,” I continued. “And you loved it.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “I did. I do.”

I bit her bottom lip gently, then sucked it between my teeth until she whimpered.

“You knew who I was. Even when I wore that coat. Even when I pretended.”

“I knew,” she whispered. “And I wanted him. Not the doctor. You. The devil underneath.”

I let my power flare again, just enough for her to feel it. Enough for the shadows to curl around us, for the room to pulse with something heavier than lust.

She shivered. Her head fell back, hair cascading like a waterfall, mouth parted in a moan that echoed too loud in the room. Her body spasmed once, her thighs locking, and she came hard, her climax shaking her to her core.

I caught her.

Held her.

Let her ride it out.

And even when her legs gave out, even when her voice cracked, even when her breath hitched in broken gasps against my neck…

I was still holding her.

Still hard.

Still burning.

Red stood nearby now, leaning on the edge of the desk, her eyes lidded, one hand lazily tracing her breast as she watched the chaos she’d birthed. Katrina had slid to the floor, chest rising and falling, hair sticking to her skin, completely undone.

And me?

I looked down at Penelope, shaking, breathless, wrecked.

Then looked up at Red.

I smiled.

“Think they’re satisfied yet?” I asked.

Red smiled back, her eyes glowing again.

“No,” she said softly. “But we are yours. We’ll always be hungry.”

And I leaned back in the chair, arms wide, power humming through my skin.

“Then crawl,” I said.

And they did.

One after the other.

No hesitation.

No shame.

They dropped to their knees like it was instinct. Like gravity pulled them there the second I gave the word. Like they’d been waiting their whole lives to be summoned that way. My aura wrapped around them like smoke, heavy with heat and ownership. I didn’t even try to hide it anymore. I let the Devil bleed through me, and they responded like flames to oxygen.