Seven Sins System Chapter 830. You Want my Attention?
Seven Sins System Chapter 830. You Want my Attention?
I stared at her for a second.
Then sighed.
“Fine.”
Her eyes lit up instantly.
“Quickie.”
Immediate disappointment.
“Why a quickie?”
“Because,” I deadpanned, “I still need to work.”
She groaned dramatically and flopped backward across the bed like a murdered actress.
“You’re so cruel.”
“I’m literally Wrath.”
“You used to be more romantic.”
“I used to sleep three hours a week.”
I leaned down slightly, grabbing her chin gently between my fingers. “I came because you need to do something for me.”
She huffed softly.
“Fine.”
Then immediately smirked.
“But f*ck me first.”
Straightforward.
“You need to fill me up,” she whispered.
And before I could respond, she sat up and slowly pulled the straps of her sleepwear down her shoulders.
Smooth skin revealed itself inch by inch.
Dark lace.
Too little fabric.
Way too little.
Her body shifted lazily against the sheets as she began touching herself slowly through the fabric, eyes locked on me the entire time.
“You didn’t even ask about this room,” she teased softly.
Oh right.
The stalker shrine.
I looked around again.
Photos.
Portraits.
Tentacle body pillow.
One framed picture of me drinking wine while glaring at souls.
WHY DID THAT EXIST?!
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Last time it wasn’t like this.”
She smiled proudly.
“I changed it after you went to the mortal realm.”
“That explains nothing.”
“I was bored.”
Her fingers traced slowly down her stomach.
“I used to satisfy you when you were still here.”
That one hit a bit.
Because yeah.
She did.
Late nights.
Reports.
Overwork.
Wrath duties.
Then Ivy dragging me into bed before I collapsed at my desk.
Her voice softened slightly.
“I was the only one who could satisfy you…”
Then quieter…
“…Now you have many women.”
There it was.
Not jealousy exactly.
Something softer.
Needier.
I tilted my head slightly.
“You want my attention?”
She nodded immediately.
No hesitation.
“You want me to satisfy you?”
Another nod.
Her eyes never left mine.
I sighed softly through my nose.
I was weak to this kind of thing.
Clingy women with abandonment issues and devotion problems.
Tragic.
Well, maybe she was the one who taught me to feel after I lost my mom.
“Right,” I murmured.
I leaned closer. “I will.”
Her breath hitched slightly.
“Maybe still a quickie…”
One of my tentacles slid slowly from behind me, curling around her thigh possessively.
“…But I’ll make you more than satisfied.”
That smile of hers immediately returned.
Sharp.
Victorious.
Like she’d won a war.
And before I could continue talking…
She grabbed my collar and kissed me.
Hard.
Passionate.
Hungry.
Yeah.
She really missed me.
The kiss nearly shoved me backward with sheer desperation. Her lips moved against mine like she was trying to reclaim territory. Fingers tangled into my shirt immediately while her body pressed flush against mine.
This felt dangerously good.
I kissed her back harder.
My tentacles twitched violently behind me as infernal energy pulsed through the room.
Ivy moaned softly into my mouth when one wrapped around her waist and pulled her fully into my lap.
“There you are,” she whispered breathlessly against my lips. “That’s my prince.”
I rolled my eyes slightly.
“You say that like I disappeared for centuries.”
“You emotionally disappeared.”
“Ouch.”
“You left me with paperwork.”
“That’s a bigger tragedy than emotional abandonment.”
She laughed softly.
Then immediately kissed me again before I could continue talking nonsense.
Her hands moved lower now, sliding under my shirt slowly, nails dragging lightly across my chest.
I hissed quietly. “Careful.”
“Make me.”
Dangerous woman.
One of my tentacles slid behind her neck while another coiled around her thigh tighter, spreading her legs slightly as she sat on my lap.
She shivered immediately. “There…”
Her voice softened. “I missed this too.”
I looked at her carefully.
Really looked.
Messy hair.
Sleepy eyes.
Obsessive shrine room.
Clingy behavior.
Emotionally unstable secretary energy.
This woman was terrifyingly loyal.
And maybe that was why I always came back here eventually.
Because with Ivy?
I never had to wonder whether she wanted me around.
She always did.
Even when I was at my worst.
Especially when I was at my worst.
“You have too many clothes on,” she whispered against my neck, her teeth grazing my skin lightly.
“Help me with that,” I murmured back.
Her smile returned.
Sharp.
Hungry.
She pushed me backward onto the bed, straddling my hips as she slowly, deliberately, unbuttoned my shirt.
Her fingers brushed against my skin with every button undone.
Goosebumps followed her touch.
When she finally pushed the shirt aside, her breath hitched.
“Still the most handsome devil in existence,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss my collarbone.
I snorted softly. “That title is mine by default.”
“No,” she whispered, her tongue tracing slow circles against my skin. “Even among other devils… you stand out.”
Her kisses moved lower.
Down my chest.
My stomach.
It kept getting hotter.
Wetter.
My hands slid down her back, nails digging into her hips as her mouth reached the waistline of my pants.
She paused.
Looked up at me through messy hair.
Eyes dark.
Loving.
Possessive.
“Can I?”
Like she even needed to ask.
I tilted my head slightly.
One of my tentacles curled around her wrist.
“Go ahead.”
Her smile returned.
Wicked.
Beautiful.
She bit the button of my trousers.
Actually bit it.
And pulled it open with her teeth.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
Yeah.
That definitely did something to me.
She noticed immediately.
Her laugh was soft, wicked, as she slowly slid my trousers down my legs, her fingers trailing fire against my skin.
When she finally freed me, her pupils dilated.
“Someone’s excited to see me,” she teased.
Before I could retort, her tongue darted out.
A slow, deliberate lick from base to tip.
My back arched slightly off the bed.
Her hands gripped my thighs, holding me down as she took me into her mouth.
Wet heat surrounded me.
The world narrowed to just this.
To Ivy.