The morning sun crept through the blinds, casting golden streaks across the kitchen floor. Ethan sat at the table, a cup of black coffee in his hand, shirtless again, of course.
Every part of him replayed last night like a fever dream: her hands gripping his hair, her breathy moans, the way her legs had wrapped around his waist. And that damn kiss.
But what haunted him most… was how she walked away just before it got too far.
He hadn't slept.
System Notification:
Lustful Memory active: She woke up thinking about you. Lust +5
He smirked into his coffee.
Mrs. Carter entered the kitchen wearing a sleek blouse tucked into a pencil skirt, her hair curled just right. Professional. Controlled. Beautiful.
But her eyes betrayed her.
They flicked to his bare chest for a second too long before darting away.
"Didn't think you'd be up," she said, voice careful.
"Didn't sleep much," Ethan replied smoothly. "Kept thinking about something warm... soft... addictive."
She paused by the fridge. Her hand lingered on the handle. "We agreed.."
"No," he cut in. "You walked away."
Silence.
He stood up and crossed to her, not touching her, yet, but close enough that his breath grazed her neck.
"You kissed me," he whispered. "You pulled me in. You wanted it."
She turned, locking eyes with him. "I was weak."
"You were honest."
She opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Lust Meter: +10
Sweet Tongue skill effectiveness increased temporarily
"You're playing with fire, Ethan."
"Then burn with me."
The air between them pulsed with unspoken desire.
But she stepped back. "I have a meeting. Be dressed when I get back."
She walked away, hips swaying with more purpose than before.
Ethan chuckled. She's unraveling.
But so was he.
Later that evening…
Ethan lounged on the couch, this time in a fitted black T-shirt and jeans. He was trying, for once, not to provoke. Or maybe he was, just in a different way.
Mrs. Carter came home with her blazer slung over one shoulder, heels in hand. She looked tired, but still breathtaking.
"Wine?" he offered, already pouring two glasses.
She hesitated, then accepted.
They sipped in silence, the low hum of a jazz playlist filling the background.
"This place feels less like home," she said after a moment.
"Because of me?" he asked.
"Because of us." Her voice was soft. "I wasn't supposed to feel anything when you moved in."
"You're pretending again."
She looked up sharply.
He stepped forward, setting his glass down. "Let me remind you."
And then he kissed her, slower this time, deeper, exploring her mouth like he had all the time in the world. She responded instantly, her glass falling onto the rug with a muffled thud.
Her hands slid under his shirt, tracing every muscle.
His lips moved to her jaw, then down her throat. "Tell me to stop."
She didn't.
Instead, she whispered, "Bedroom. Now."
He lifted her effortlessly, legs around his waist again, and carried her down the hallway, her mouth trailing hot kisses along his neck.
The door slammed shut behind them.
Clothes vanished, his shirt pulled over his head, her blouse unbuttoned, the lacy black bra tossed aside.
He laid her gently on the bed, worshipping every inch of her with his mouth and hands. Her skin trembled beneath his touch.
When his lips brushed her inner thigh, she gasped. "Ethan.."
"Shhh. Let me show you what sweet tongue really means."
And he did.
Every flick of his tongue was slow, deliberate, and wickedly skilled. She writhed under his touch, her fingers gripping the sheets, her cries muffled against her wrist.
He didn't stop until she shattered beneath him, legs shaking, breath uneven, eyes wild.
Then he climbed up, his mouth meeting hers again, letting her taste her own desire.
"Round two?" he whispered.
She bit her lip, eyes smoldering. "If you don't.."
He didn't let her finish.
System Notification:
Passive Skill: Sweet Tongue (Advanced)
You have fully unlocked her lust. New perks available.
Reward: Increased obedience when teased.
Lust Meter: 95% – She's fully under your spell. One more push.
As she curled against him afterward, naked and warm, her voice was barely a whisper.
"This was a mistake."
He kissed her temple. "Then let's keep making it."