Chapter 440

With adoration in his eyes, he obliged, watching her move rhythmically and teasingly.

"Suck hard," Nora ordered, her voice always carrying that magnetism that could make anyone lose themselves.

Nora's long red hair, reminiscent of a fire cascade, fell across her face, partially obscuring her intense reddened eyes that shone with passion.

For long minutes, Luan lost himself in Nora's breasts, alternating his attention between the erect nipples, wrapping his hands around her seductive curves.

"I want you to take me now," Nora murmured, her voice filled with longing, as she reclined, exposing herself provocatively. "Don't make me wait."

Luan's response was immediate and silent. He positioned himself between her legs, sliding his manhood with a decisive motion into her soaked intimacy.

Nora let out a deep moan. "That's it... don't stop. Keep going!"

Luan, taking control of the situation, grabbed her by the ankles, lifting them above his head. He was well familiar with this position; it was the one that satisfied her the most.

"That's it, Luan... take the reins," whispered Nora, submerged in pleasure. "Dominate me!"

"Do you truly desire it?", Luan questioned, intensifying his movements, searching for that deep answer in her gaze.

"Yes!", Nora screamed in response.

Luan let out a raspy moan, increasing the intensity, while Nora got lost in overwhelming sensations.

"Luan, keep going like that! It's perfect," Nora exclaimed, feeling she was nearing climax. "I want all of you."

Suddenly, he stopped, teasing her. "Ask for it."

She felt on the verge of frustration, yearning for more. "Please, Luan! Don't stop now. I need you. I need to feel you," Nora pleaded, her voice laden with passion and supplication.

Luan, completely consumed by passion, whispered in her ear, as he moved intensely, "Where do you want me to unload...?" His hands traveled over Nora's body, reaching her breasts.

"Wherever you want, be it inside me or on my face," Nora replied, her voice shaky. The idea of feeling his warmth in either of those places enthralled her.

"So, you wouldn't mind if I fill you up completely?", he inquired, trying to keep his composure.

"Don't hesitate. I want to feel every part of you," she murmured, noticing that this possibility excited him even more.

Luan let out a deep moan, revealing he was on the brink.

Nora, with her seductive voice, encouraged, "Don't hold back, Luan. I want you."

"I'm almost there," he warned, feeling the point of no return approaching.

Nora, panting, pleaded, "Let me feel it. All your intensity."

And with a final grunt, Luan gave in, as Nora felt the fullness of the moment. He slowly pulled away from her, leaning back.

Nora, on the other hand, moved provocatively, getting closer to him again, taking him into her mouth, making Luan let out an involuntary moan.

After a brief moment, with her enveloping voice, she suggested, "How about we continue in the bath?"

"That would be perfect," he agreed.

(End - R18)

In the cozy Dimas residence on the island, sunbeams filtered through the curtains, awakening Luan and Ingrid from a peaceful sleep.

Though Luan had plans to start the day early, a sweet request from Ingrid made him reconsider.

The affectionate and almost whispered manner in which she asked him to stay with her in bed a little longer was irresistible.

And so, he stayed, becoming her favorite snuggle.

Only when the sun reached its zenith did they decide to finally leave the warm embrace of the bed, venturing out of the room.

As they rose and descended the stairs, the morning's tranquility was abruptly shattered by Catharina's agitated voice: "This fool thinks he can talk to me like that? I'll make him bitterly regret it!"

As they approached the living room, concerned by Catharina's furious tone, they were met with a new chill in her voice: "You idiot, I'll destroy you!"

Alarmed glances exchanged between Luan and Ingrid preceded their hurried entry into the room. And what they found was an entirely unexpected scene.

Catharina, relaxed on the couch, had her eyes glued to the laptop on her lap, a modern headset adorning her ears. She was completely engrossed in the game, ranting at some virtual opponent.

Luan: "..."

Ingrid: "..."

It was just a game.

Ingrid placed a hand over her chest, relieved. She could barely decide whether to laugh at the situation or lament the unnecessary scare. Beside her, Luan wore an incredulous smile, clearly expecting something different. Well, maybe it's better that nothing bad happened...

Amid the living room's serenity, Catharina exhibited unique mastery. With a skill originating from her Origin, fabric gracefully slid from her sleeve, stretching to the refrigerator. The appliance's door opened as if by magic, and a bottle of soda was brought to her hands with surgical precision.

Throughout this movement, her eyes remained firmly on the laptop screen, not letting anything else steal her attention—not even the presence of Luan and Ingrid in the same room, separated only by a considerable distance.

Witnessing the scene, Luan reflected internally: "She's become so proficient at using her Origin, but the way she's using it..." A deep and disappointed sigh escaped his lips.

"Hehehe!" Ingrid's chin tilted up in amusement, and a light, crystalline laughter filled the room.

It was this laughter that finally made Catharina notice their presence. The island's security, with its natural formations and a sense of isolation, made it one of the few places where Catharina could genuinely let her guard down, to the point of not noticing people approaching, even if they were only a few meters away.

Luan had always prided himself on his skills and discernment when it came to understanding and training with Origins. He had once encouraged Catharina to constantly use hers: the Fabric Star Origin.

However, he was genuinely impressed with her progress. The skill with which she manipulated the fabric to fetch a soda bottle from another room, without even taking her eyes off her laptop, was beyond his initial expectations.

Luan knew Catharina had implanted her "divine sense" into her fabric, allowing her almost visual perception through it. A technique she honed on her own, even though he provided some initial guidance.

Upon noticing their presence, Catharina commented in a cool tone, yet with a hint of humor: "Ah, so you've decided to join the land of the living, sleepyheads?"

Luan responded, arching an eyebrow challengingly: "Try going through the last few days we've had and then tell me if you can wake up early."

"Humph, I think I'll pass~" Catharina quickly retorted. However, it didn't take long for her attention to be captured again by the game on her laptop. She exclaimed in frustration: "Ahhh, that bastard caught me off guard! Oh, how infuriating!"

Ingrid and Luan simply exchanged glances, silently noting just how engrossed Catharina was in the virtual world. She was clearly deeply involved in that game to react with such intensity.

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10:44 PM, Blumenau, Santa Catarina, Brazil.

The majestic Gates family mansion stood imposingly, and within, Cecilia Gates, a 14-year-old teenager, was captivated. She didn't miss a single minute of Catharina Dimas' live broadcasts, a young woman with an icy demeanor yet incredibly charismatic. And the fact that she was Luan Dimas' sister, known as the most powerful man on the planet, only made the experience more intriguing.

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