October 25, 2026

Seven Sins System Chapter 905. Charm II

"Wait, I can't-"

She pressed another kiss against my mouth, silencing me. When she withdrew again, there was something dangerous in her eyes. "I'll take full responsibility for the things I've done to you today. And for everything you've done to me."

My mouth fell open, and then I noticed the way she was watching me. And here I thought I was the possessive bastard in this relationship. She'd kissed me, she was holding me, she'd reached for my cock like it was perfectly reasonable to take part of my anatomy into her hands right here and now, and all I could do was stare at her like a horny helpless demon.

"You are a very bad angel," I muttered.

"You are the one who always keeps making trouble."

"Only because you never give me a reason to behave."

She let out a sigh, like I was an annoying pet she was already tired of keeping. Then her eyes settled on the black pants.

"You can get those off if you want."

"That's not what I'm interested in." She tugged at the belt.

My lips curved into a knowing smirk. "Is that so? You think I'm about to object?"

Her fingers paused.

"Because I'm not," I said.

I watched her unbuckled my belt. Then she reached for the clasp on my pants. My blood had begun flowing toward my groin, my cock already starting to harden in anticipation of what was to come. I lifted my hips to make it easier for her to tug the fabric free.

"Don't do anything until I tell you to," she ordered.

"I'm waiting for your orders, my dear. Like a good demon."

She rolled her eyes. Then she began kissing me again. Her mouth found my throat, her fingers playing against my bare chest as she pulled the rest of the fabric off my legs.

I held myself still, letting her work. My hands had finally regained a little mobility. They weren't good enough to undress her yet.

Puriel leaned back over me. Her lips brushed against my chest, her hair sliding over my skin. The kiss on my neck was far too gentle. So were her next two kisses. She went down and down until her lips were much closer to my cock.

"How long do you intend to do that for?" I asked.

Her mouth shifted. Then her lips were on my inner thigh, moving closer to the center. "What do you think I'm doing?"

"It seems like you're about to give me an awful lot of teasing. Which isn't particularly unusual. But I think it's fair to point out that we've just survived an ordeal. And I'm not sure how long I'm going to be capable of keeping my hands off you after the way you're touching me right now."

Puriel paused. "Are you saying you don't trust yourself?"

“I’m saying you shouldn’t trust me too much. I’m a devil, after all, and you’re only making my appetite grow.” I felt the tip of her tongue against the inside of my thigh. "You're already in trouble."

"Good." Her hand circled the base of my shaft, fingers moving upward slowly. "Then you should know that I'm in control here."

I grinned. "As far as you're concerned, anyway."

She leaned forward, her lips parting. Then I felt her tongue against my flesh. My head dropped back, my hips shifting without my permission. I hadn't expected her to take things that far so quickly.

She wasn't done. Her tongue traveled upward. She swirled her tongue along the underside of my shaft before running the tip along the very tip. I closed my eyes, my body responding to the sudden stimulation.

"Tell me what to do, Puriel."

"Kiss me."

I lifted my head. She met my mouth with her own. I kissed her hard, my hand tangling in her hair as I tugged her closer. She returned my kiss eagerly, her tongue sliding past my lips as she gave me a taste of myself. My hands settled around her waist, and I pulled her onto my lap. My lips moved to her throat. I kissed along her jaw and the side of her neck. And then I felt her hand wrap around my cock, moving down until she could touch the very tip.

She touched me once. Slowly. I was already hard, and her hand only made it worse.

I wanted more. I wanted all of her. But there was no point in pushing myself when I was barely capable of holding her, let alone doing anything remotely active with my lower body. So I contented myself with her touch, the sensation of her thighs pressed against my hips as she settled into my lap. Her hand began moving again. Up and down. Her thumb swirled over the tip. My breath left my lungs, and then her mouth returned to mine. I felt my entire body respond to her kiss, to her touch. I held her tightly against me as she started moving again, her mouth sliding over my jaw as her hands went down. She pressed against my chest. I felt her fingers sliding over my abs. Then down.

My blood went hot. Her lips found mine again, her fingers continuing their slow, careful exploration. I shifted, moving toward the altar in order to give her better access to my body. Her fingers wrapped around my cock. Her thumb slid over the very tip. And then she touched me. Her fingers closed around my shaft.

"Oh." My eyes closed. I wanted to thrust, but I couldn't.

She pressed her thumb against the very tip of my cock, rubbing hard against my flesh. My hips jerked toward her, my mind suddenly lost in the overwhelming sensation of her hands around me. She wasn't teasing anymore. She peeled of her clothes as quickly as she could, her fingers slipping over the fabric until she had tugged her gown off her body and dropped it onto the ground. Then she pulled away from me for a moment, just long enough to unhook her bra and toss the garment aside.