Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1225: I Want To See

Quinlan smiled, letting a soft but knowing curve materialize on his lips, accepting her conviction and finding it far too hot all at once.

He reached up, his fingers gently finding the straps of her dress at the shoulders.

Slowly, sensually, he peeled the fabric down her body.

The sleek material offered just enough resistance to draw out the moment, sliding over the smooth, glistening curves he had just dried.

It lingered on the amazing swell of her breasts for a breathless moment before surrendering, falling silently to the floor in a puddle of expensive cloth.

Jasmine was now standing before him in nothing but her elaborate bra and lacy panties.

Her cheeks were flushed deep red.

Quinlan didn’t hesitate – he couldn’t hesitate.

His fingers went for the clasp of her bra. With a gentle click, the bra unfastened, and her full, perky breasts spilled free. He immediately cupped them, squeezing the sensual flesh before lowering his head. He took a nipple into his mouth, suckling heartily.

“Ahn?!” Jasmine let out a light, surprised moan, then quickly caught herself, looking utterly mortified that she had made such a sound from just a breast suckle.

At that moment, Serika once again enveloped Quinlan from behind.

Her firm hands gripped his cock, beginning a slow, leisurely stroke. Unlike before, this was not meant to make him climax quickly; it was simply so she didn’t stand around idly and also to ensure her man felt as good as possible while he focused on Jasmine.

Jasmine squirmed as Quinlan suckled even harder on her tits, finding them irresistible. She protested, albeit very weakly, “No matter how strong you suck, nothing will come out…”

But Quinlan was undeterred, moving to the other breast. Then, after a good five minutes of getting his fill, his hands reached down for her sexy, lacy panties.

Jasmine gasped and instantly covered her drenched flower with both hands. The sheer volume of her wetness made her feel embarrassed.

She didn’t want her lover to see such an unladylike sight of her!

Jasmine didn’t dress in a sexy attire to look like a horny whore, but to appear as a hot and refined lady all at once! A knowledgeable, intelligent, and tender merchant woman with excellent taste.

But she was being overwhelmed, losing her poise!

Quinlan smiled as he pulled back from her breast. He looked down and saw her hands covering herself.

He didn’t reach out to remove her hands; instead, he simply looked into her eyes.

“I want to see,” he decreed.

Jasmine’s lips instantly turned wry, trembling with conflicting emotions.

It would have been so much easier if he had just forcibly removed her hands! But no… he wanted her to do it, to show the most embarrassing part of her body to him of her own volition!

A strange, silly grin began to fight its way onto her face, one born of pure mortification and uncontrollable excitement.

In a flash of horrifying self-awareness, she realized her embarrassment was actually making her hornier.

Quinlan was forcing her to discover so many aspects of her body she didn’t know about. At twenty-five years of age, she thought she already knew her body in and out, but was forced to realize it was not the case.

Not one bit.

With a deep breath that strained her chest, she began to move her hands. Timidly, uncertainly, her fingers unpeeled from her core.

She lowered them with agonizing slowness, her eyes locked on Quinlan’s, waiting for his reaction. The lace of her panties was utterly soaked, clinging to her like a second skin, giving a clear view of the swollen, glistening flesh beneath.

Her body, despite her worries, was undeniably ready for him.

Quinlan’s eyes traced the slow, hesitant movement of her hands with a triumphant and utterly excited light glowing in his gaze.

When her core was fully exposed, he finally broke the intense stare.

His hand moved down, reaching beneath the hem of her soaking panties, which were still not lowered to the ground. His finger slipped easily between the fabric and her skin, finding the slick entrance she had been so ashamed of.

“Ah!” Jasmine’s knees nearly buckled at the contact.

Quinlan only allowed a few deep, skillful strokes before he scooped her up.

He carried her to the bed and gently laid Jasmine onto the center of it, making the crimson rose petals scatter beneath her.

Jasmine was breathing hard, her blue eyes wide as she looked up at him. The scent of jasmine flowers and Jasmine’s arousal was thick in the air.

Quinlan knelt over her, his immense form shadowing her delicate body.

He reached down and firmly grasped the lacy panties with two fingers, ripping them aside and tossing them away. His gaze locked with hers, and she instantly understood that her resolve was about to be tested again.

“Part your legs for me, Jasmine.”

The command, combined with the throbbing presence of his erection right above her womb, made her entire body tremble.

She fought the urge to resist, but then… Staring into his eyes, she realized the truth: it wasn’t that she couldn’t resist his words; she simply didn’t want to.

With a silent gasp of surrender, she grabbed her own inner thighs and slowly pulled her legs apart, revealing her glistening pink pussy in full.

It was so drenched that a little wet trail ran between her thighs, making her gasp again with a furious blush.

Quinlan just looked at it intensely, his expression unreadable, making Jasmine squirm even more.

Panic began to prickle at her. Was she not good enough?! He had seen so many women naked, all of whom were such beauties they would easily overshadow even the richest man’s main wife.

But she was just a merchant girl of humble origins!

“Mesmerizing…” Quinlan murmured huskily, his voice deep and rough.

Jasmine’s heart skipped a beat, and a wave of profound relief washed over her. ’So that’s how it is…’ she murmured inwardly and instantly relaxed her strained heart.

Quinlan lowered himself then, letting the hot tip of his cock give a gentle kiss to her pink flesh.