The Hero Returns with his Yandere Wife-Chapter 36 - 35

Mira’s lips hovered just above Ryn’s waistband—her breath hovered on his skin, hot and ragged, her black eyes blazing with a predatory hunger that sent a shiver racing down his spine—shadows pulsed around her, coiling tight, eager—her hands clawed at his unbuttoned shirt, shoving it wider, nails raking down his chest in sharp, stinging trails that made his muscles tense.

She licked her lips—slow, deliberate—then dipped lower—her tongue flicked out, hot and wet, tracing a teasing line along the taut skin of his abdomen, circling slow, tasting the salt and soot—her hands gripped his hips, fingers digging in as she pressed her body closer, her heat a tangible force against him. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Ryn’s head slammed back against the sofa—his breath hitched hard, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as her touch ignited a wildfire beneath his exhaustion—his amber eyes flared, half-lidded but burning with raw need—his hands clenched the cushions, fabric tearing under his grip.

Mira smirked—her black eyes flicked up, locking onto his—then her fingers yanked at his pants, tugging them down with a rough, impatient jerk—fabric scraped his thighs as she bared him, her gaze darkening at the sight—her tongue darted out again, licking a slow, deliberate path lower—then her mouth closed around him, hot and slick—her lips tight, with an accelerated start, sucking hard, her tongue swirling in fierce, relentless circles that made his hips buck, heat exploding through him.

"Mira—" he rasped—voice raw, breaking—his hands shot to her hair, tangling in the dark strands, gripping tight as she devoured him—her shadows slithered up his legs, wrapping around his thighs, pinning him down—her nails sank deeper into his hips, her mouth moving faster—sucking, licking, her tongue pressing flat then curling, teasing the tip before plunging back down—her black eyes glinted up at him, daring him to lose control—her moans vibrated against him, low and hungry, sending jolts through his core—his head thrashed, sweat beading on his brow as she pushed him to the edge, relentless, insatiable.

She pulled back—lips glistening, breath heaving—her hands tore at her gown, ripping it up and off in a fluid motion—shadows flared as it fell away, pooling on the floor—her bare skin gleamed, flushed and warm—her breasts pressed against his chest as she climbed higher, straddling him—her thighs clamped tight around his waist, slick heat grinding against him—her lips crashed onto his, fierce and wet—her tongue thrust deep, tasting him, licking into his mouth with a desperate edge—her hands gripped his shoulders, nails biting as she positioned herself—then sank down, slow at first—her breath hitched, a sharp moan escaping as she stretched around him—then harder, taking him fully, her hips slamming down with a force that rocked the sofa.

Ryn groaned—his hands seized her hips, fingers digging into her flesh—shadows brushed his skin, cool against the heat as she rode him—fast, wild—her body rocked, breasts bouncing with every thrust—her nails clawed his chest, red welts blooming—her moans spilled out, raw and unrestrained, mixing with his—her black hair whipped across her face, sticking to sweat-slick skin—her lips found his throat, biting hard, sucking—her tongue licked over the mark, tasting blood and salt—her shadows pulsed wilder, wrapping them in a dark shroud as she ground harder—her thighs trembled, slick with sweat and need—her breath came in sharp, needy gasps against his ear—"Ryn—fuck—" she growled—her voice broke, thick with lust.

He thrust up—hard, meeting her rhythm—his hands slid to her ass, gripping tight, pulling her down deeper—her cry rang out, sharp and desperate—his amber eyes locked on hers, burning through the haze—her shadows tightened around his wrists, holding him as she arched back—her breasts thrust forward, nipples hard, begging—his mouth lunged, closing around one—sucking hard, tongue flicking—her moan turned feral, hips slamming faster—sweat dripped between them, slicking their skin—the sofa groaned, springs protesting—the air thickened with heat, musk, the slap of flesh on flesh—her walls clenched around him, tight and hot—his groans deepened, raw and guttural—tension coiled, unbearable—her black eyes glinted, fierce and triumphant—she leaned forward—lips crashed against his, tongue plunging deep—her nails raked his nape—then she shattered—her cry tore free, muffled against his mouth—her body shuddered, shadows flaring wild as she pulsed around him—dragging him over the edge—his breath caught, a primal growl ripping out as he spilled into her—heat surged, overwhelming—his hips jerked, hands gripping her tight as they trembled together, lost in the fire.

Mira slumped against him—her chest heaved, sweat-slick breasts pressed to his—shadows settled, curling lazily around them—her breath burned his neck, ragged and hot—Ryn’s hands stayed on her hips—his amber eyes stared at the cracked ceiling, chest rising and falling hard—exhaustion crashed back, heavier now, laced with the afterglow—her black hair fanned across his chest, a damp curtain—her lips brushed his jaw, soft and slow—a faint smirk tugged at them as she nuzzled closer, her body still trembling faintly.

The silence stretched—broken only by their gasps, the faint creak of the sofa—Ryn’s hand slid up her back, tracing her spine—his voice rasped out, rough and worn. "You’re gonna kill me one day," he muttered—a tired chuckle broke through—his amber eyes flicked to her, catching the glint of satisfaction in hers.

Mira snorted—her smirk widened, shadows twitching at her fingertips as she propped herself up—her black eyes gleamed, sharp and teasing—her voice husky, thick with heat. "On the contrary, I will never let you die.," she said—her fingers trailed over the welts on his chest, possessive, lingering—her lips parted, breath still uneven—then...

Footsteps echoed—sharp, deliberate—clanging up the dusty staircase. Ryn’s head turned—his amber eyes snapped toward the sound, narrowing—Elena emerged from the shadows—her steel-blue eyes glinted under the flickering lights, soot streaking her burnt face, the scars twisting in the dim glow—one eye clouded, a ghost of what it used to be—her boots scuffed the floor as she froze—her gaze locked onto them—Ryn bare and tangled beneath Mira, shirt ripped open, pants shoved down—her shadows still curling faintly around him—sweat and heat clinging to their skin.

Ryn’s breath caught—his amber eyes met Elena’s—tension crackled, heavy and unspoken—his chest tightened, caught raw and exposed—her steel-blue eyes widened, then hardened—something flickered there, sharp, unreadable—her jaw clenched, lips parting slightly but silent.

Mira shifted—her head turned slow, deliberate—her black eyes found Elena, and a smirk curled her lips—sharp, triumphant, like she’d claimed a prize and wanted it known—her grip on Ryn tightened, nails digging into his shoulders as she pressed herself harder against him—her shadows flared briefly, a dark taunt, her smirk widening as she stared Elena down, daring her to react.