Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

"Remember what I told you?" Tessa asked, her voice soft but knowing. At those words, Parker's mind drifted back—back to a different time, a different place. They had still been staying at the penthouse in Black Tower, indulging in the luxury that felt like a fleeting dream. One of those nights, they had gone out to eat, and over dinner, between teasing glances and quiet laughter, she had told him exactly what she would do first if she ever got powers. Talk about keeping promises! His lips curved slightly. "I do. Come here." Tessa barely had a moment to react before Parker pulled her close. She tumbled into his arms, her body fitting against his like a memory that had never faded. She was still seated, her breath catching, but he lifted her effortlessly—like she weighed nothing, like she was made for this. Her legs folded naturally as he settled her onto his lap, her arms slipping around his neck in a slow, lazy embrace. His hands found her waist, fingers pressing into the cool silk of her skin. The contrast sent a rush through him, her chill against his warmth, her presence undeniable. Her body was close—so close—and as she shifted, she felt the unmistakable press of his arousal beneath her. She inhaled sharply, her eyes darkening, and for a moment, neither of them moved, tension threading between them like an electric current. "Mmm~ how much do you need me that you're already this hard, babe~" she whispered. "More than I can put in words, I want to make me scream for me~" Then they leaned in. The kiss started slow, teasing, the heat of his mouth melting against her cool lips. It deepened in a breath, her fingers tightening in his hair as his grip on her waist became possessive. Their bodies pressed closer, arms winding around each other in a slow, desperate pull, as if the space between them no longer had a right to exist. Tessa shivered against him, her nails grazing his skin as she shifted in his lap, molding herself against him in a way that made his pulse stutter. He exhaled into her mouth, a sound low and wanting, and she swallowed it, her tongue sweeping against his in a slow, lingering taste. Time blurred. Sensation ruled. Neither wanted to pull away. And neither did. Their kiss deepened, slow but consuming, as if they were unraveling each other with every lingering touch. Tessa melted further into him, her bare skin pressed against his warmth, the stark contrast between them heightening everything. Parker's hands roamed her waist, mapping the delicate curve of her back, pulling her impossibly closer. She shivered as his fingers ghosted along her spine, her body arching instinctively against him. The coolness of her skin, the way she moved—restless, craving—sent a slow burn through him. He could feel her breath hitch against his lips, feel the way her body reacted to every shift, every press of his fingers against her hips. Their arms tightened around each other, fingers threading through hair, gripping, holding. The heat between them wasn't just physical; it was something deeper, something that had been building for far too long. Parker felt her chest rise against his, her breath uneven, the tension in her body evident. And then, just as the kiss reached the point of no return, he pulled back—just enough to see her reaction. Tessa's lips were parted, her eyes half-lidded, heavy with want. Her skin gleamed faintly under the soft glow of the chamber, her naked form still damp from the cocoon. Even in her otherworldly beauty, there was something undeniably raw about her in this moment—unguarded, needing. She let out a soft sound of protest, but Parker silenced it by tilting her head, his lips finding the curve of her jaw, then lower, tracing a path along the sensitive line of her neck. "You're teasing me," she breathed, her fingers tightening in his hair. Parker smirked against her skin, his voice low. "Maybe." "And why are you so damn handsome and hot, I can stop wanting you!" "Fall in Tessa~" "Yes, honey~" she moaned desperately and submissively. A breathless gasp escaped her as he kissed the hollow of her throat, slow and deliberate, tasting her, feeling the way she trembled under his touch. She let out a low, shuddering moan. "Mmm… that feels—ahh—" Her words broke off as his lips brushed over a particularly sensitive spot near her collarbone. Her fingers threaded through his hair, nails grazing his scalp as his lips traveled further, pressing along her collarbone, down the slope of her shoulder. She arched into him, offering more, tilting her head back as if to surrender completely to his touch. Every brush of his lips sent another shiver through her, the tension in her body coiling tighter with every passing second. Parker's hands slid down her back, his grip firm as he kissed his way lower, trailing his mouth over her chest, teasing, lingering. Tessa let out a quiet moan, her fingers tightening in his hair as she pressed against him, silently urging him on. Her breathing was uneven now, her body responding instinctively, her skin heating despite its natural chill. "Don't stop," she whispered, voice breathy, desperate. "I'm not planning to, Tessa!" When his lips reached the soft swell of her breast, her breath hitched. Her arms wrapped around his head, pulling him in, pressing him closer. Parker exhaled against her skin, feeling the way she arched, the way her fingers curled in his hair in silent plea. He gave in. His mouth found her completely, his lips closing around her as her body jerked in response. "Ahh—Parker," she gasped, her back arching, pressing herself further against him. The sound she made—a mixture of surprise and pleasure—sent a dark satisfaction coursing through him. "You like that?" he murmured against her skin, his voice teasing but thick with heat. "Y-yeah," she moaned, her breath shuddering as his tongue traced over sensitive skin. "More…" Parker smirked, letting his tongue flick over her again, dragging another whimper from her lips. "As you wish." Tessa moaned again, softer this time, her fingers tangling tighter, her breathing unsteady. Her legs shifted slightly on his lap, pressing closer, her body unable to stay still beneath his touch. Nearby, Ere stirred slightly, her tail flicking, but she made no move to interrupt. Further away, Naomi and Elena remained motionless in their cocoons, oblivious to the growing heat between the two. Parker barely noticed anything else. Tessa was the only thing in his world right now—the way she moved, the way she sounded, the way she surrendered to him completely. And he wasn't going to stop. Not yet.