I continued stroking as gently as I could, until he told me I could go a bit faster. I increased my pace and the slurpy sound generated by my contact with his pre-cum, began filling the air. My hands were getting tired but it seems Sergio was still far from cumming. "What's wrong, are you tired?" Sergio asked, and I don't know if I was reading his facial expression wrongly, but I could swear that his tone was slightly mischievous and I'm sure he was hinting at something. "Yeah, I'm trying my best but it seems it's going to take more than that to get you to cum, I guess." I replied, with a defeated tone. "You could try using your mouth, maybe I might just be able to cum you know." Sergio suggested, and it made my heart skip a beat. Maybe? What the hell does he mean by that? Does he really think I'm going to go further than sucking him off if he doesn't cum this time ? Well, yeah I could let him use my anal if he wants, but he's going way too fast right now. I asked for this anyway, now

The moon cast a muted glow on the scene as my gaze locked with Gabriel's, the air thick with the unspoken tension of betrayal. "Gabriel," I said, my voice firm but tinged with disappointment. "Take the drawer back to the mansion. I have other matters to attend to."Take care of it, and remember what I said about consequences."Gabriel nodded, a solemn acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation. Clutching the drawer in his hands, he retreated into my beta's vehicle and drove back to the mansion with Aiden.Turning to Grinjo, who stood by my side, I issued swift instructions. "Come with me, Grinjo. We have another matter to settle." The weight of the impending confrontation lingered in the air as we made our way to the waiting vehicle.The engine roared to life, and Grinjo, settling into the passenger seat, cast a questioning glance my way. "Where are we heading, boss?" he asked, fastening his seatbelt.I steered the vehicle onto the moonlit road, the path ahead unfolding like a tape

Fernanda's POV:The soothing warmth of the shower lingered on my skin as I wrapped myself in a cozy towel, a cocoon of comfort after the intimate encounter with Sergio. With a contented sigh, I dried off and moved towards the wardrobe, where my nightgown awaited. The fabric felt soft against my skin, a gentle reminder of the simplicity that marked the end of the day.As I descended the staircase, the grandeur of the mansion embraced me. The dim lights cast a warm glow, revealing the intricate details of the luxurious décor. A mixture of anticipation and hunger propelled me forward, guiding my steps towards the dining room where Kate, our head chef, had worked her culinary magic.The aroma of her delicacies wafted through the air, a symphony of flavors that heightened my senses. My stomach growled in response, a testament to the hunger that had been temporarily forgotten during the earlier shower escapade.In the dining room, the table was adorned with an array of dishes, each one a mas

The next morning, as the tendrils of consciousness gradually wove their way back into my awareness, I felt a renewed sense of vigor. The gentle brush against my hair from Sergio's tender touch lingered in my memory, a lingering warmth that resonated even in the waking hours.However, as I turned on my side, the space next to me was empty. A subtle pang of disappointment flickered within, but I quickly dismissed it, understanding that Sergio had responsibilities and tasks demanding his attention. I stretched languidly, shaking off the remnants of sleep, and decided to kickstart the day.With a purposeful stride, I made my way to the bathroom. The cool tiles beneath my feet and the refreshing burst of water against my skin helped shake off any lingering grogginess. As I emerged, feeling invigorated and ready to face the day, the emptiness beside me was replaced by a newfound determination.I headed downstairs, my steps echoing in the quiet mansion. The aroma of breakfast teased my senses

I asked, my voice betraying the desperation that clung to each word. The air seemed to thicken with anticipation as his weary eyes met mine, a silent exchange of sorrow and the unspoken acknowledgment of a fate slipping away.His response, a mere whisper in the quiet room, carried the weight of inevitability. "I'm late, Drax," he murmured, his voice a fragile melody of resignation. The reality of his words hung in the air, a heavy shroud that wrapped around us. I felt a lump in my throat, the bitter taste of helplessness threatening to overwhelm me."If I had found the Celestial one sooner," he continued, his words punctuated by coughs that echoed the fragility of his fading vitality, "their blood would have cured me. But it's not too late for you, Draxler."Confusion gripped my mind like a vice as I struggled to make sense of his cryptic revelation. The Celestial one? Cure through blood? My father's words, uttered in the delicate dance between life and death, left me grasping at the t