World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 119: Blissful Night*** (4)

James continued to move inside Natasha with slow, careful thrusts, savoring the feeling of her inside wrapped around him.

She was so tight, so wet, so unbelievably warm it made his mind blur. And 3very time he pushed in, he could feel her soft walls clenching, her body welcoming him deeper.

Natasha whimpered under him, her fingers tightening in his hair, her hips rising to meet his slow rhythm, desperate for more.

Their bodies moved together in a raw, perfect dance, learning each other, feeling each other.

James pulled back just enough to watch her face — how her eyebrows furrowed, how her mouth parted in soft, breathy moans, how her body arched so beautifully every time he filled her.

He kissed her again, deeply, claiming her mouth as their hips rocked together.

"You’re doing so good," he whispered against her lips.

"You feel... incredible."

Natasha could only nod, her voice stolen by the sensations overwhelming her.

Her hands roamed his back, feeling the way his muscles flexed with each slow thrust, the way he trembled slightly — holding himself back for her.

James grunted lowly, feeling her tighten around him again, the pleasure building inside him to a dangerous point.

"Natasha..." he groaned her name like a prayer, his forehead pressing against hers.

"God, you’re so perfect."

Natasha moaned, rolling her hips up to meet him, her body moving more confidently now, trusting him completely.

She gasped as he hit a deeper spot inside her, stars exploding behind her eyes.

"James—!" she cried softly, her nails scraping lightly down his spine.

James cursed under his breath, with a raw and desperate voice.

He adjusted his angle slightly, driving deeper, and Natasha’s entire body jolted, her back arching beautifully off the bed.

"Right there, baby?" he whispered hoarsely, feeling her squeeze him tighter.

"Y-Yes," she gasped, her legs trembling around his waist.

James found a steady rhythm — slow, deep, hitting that same spot over and over, watching her completely fall apart under him.

Natasha’s moans grew louder, more broken, her head thrashing lightly on the pillow.

James kissed her everywhere — her lips, her neck, her shoulders — his movements growing more desperate, more frantic.

The heat between them was unbearable now, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside both of them.

James could feel it coming — the way her walls fluttered around him, the way her body clung to his.

He buried his face against her neck, his breath ragged.

"I can’t... hold on much longer," he rasped, his voice almost pained from how much he was holding back.

"Me neither," Natasha gasped, her arms wrapping tightly around him, holding him to her. freewebnσvel.cøm

"Let go with me," he whispered, thrusting deeper, his body moving harder now, chasing their release.

"James—! Inside, it’s a safe day!" Natasha cried, her entire body locking up, a scream tearing from her lips as her orgasm crashed over her.

Jame nearly lost control when he heard what Natasha said. He tried to hold himself back but the way she tightened impossibly around him, the way her body convulsed, the flood of warmth and slickness rushing over him.

It was too much.

With a deep, broken groan, James drove into her one final time, his body shuddering violently as he came inside her, pulsing deep, his arms holding her so tight it was almost bruising.

They clung to each other, trembling, riding out the waves together — bodies slick with sweat, hearts racing, souls tangled together in a way that could never be undone.

James pressed kisses against her temple, her cheeks, her mouth, whispering her name over and over like he was scared to let her go.

Natasha buried her face in his neck, breathing him in, her body still shaking lightly from the aftershocks.

They stayed like that for a long time — skin-to-skin, hearts beating wildly against each other.

With his dick still inside her, James pulled back just slightly, brushing her hair away from her flushed, tear-streaked face, looking into her eyes.

"I love you," he said again, his voice rough but steady.

Natasha smiled — soft, glowing, beautiful — and kissed him tenderly.

"I love you too, James. Always."

He smiled and pulled her into his arms again, cradling her against his chest, feeling her heartbeat against his own.

With James still buried deep inside her, neither of them moved at first.

They just lay there, skin pressed against skin, hearts pounding wildly, bodies flushed and shining with the aftermath of what they had shared.

The room was filled with the sound of their breathing — slow, heavy, satisfied.

Natasha clung to him tightly, her face tucked against his neck, savoring the way he felt inside her, savoring the heat still trapped between their bodies.

James kept his arms wrapped around her, stroking her back gently with slow, lazy hands, his mind floating somewhere between bliss and exhaustion.

Minutes passed like that, neither of them speaking, simply feeling.

Then, Natasha shifted slightly.

James felt it immediately — the way she ground her hips slowly against him, her slick walls squeezing lightly around his sensitive length.

He inhaled sharply, his fingers tightening on her back.

"Natasha..." he whispered, warningly, but there was no real protest in his voice.

Natasha giggled softly against his skin — a low, breathy sound — and kept moving, her hips rolling in slow, teasing circles.

James groaned deep in his chest, the feeling almost unbearable.

"You’re dangerous, you know that?" he muttered against her hair.

She lifted her head slightly, grinning up at him with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.

"Then stop me," she challenged softly, grinding a little harder against him.

James growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest.

Instead of stopping her, he flipped them easily, pinning her beneath him.

Natasha gasped, laughing breathlessly, her legs spreading instinctively to welcome him.

James pulled his hips back slightly and then pushed forward again, sinking deep inside her wet, still-sensitive warmth.

Natasha cried out, her hands flying up to clutch at his shoulders.

James caught her mouth in a hungry kiss, his hips beginning to move with slow, rough strokes.

This time, there was no holding back. No hesitation.

He moved harder, deeper, savoring the way she cried out under him, the way her nails raked down his back.

Natasha met him eagerly, her hips rocking up to meet every thrust, her body begging for more.

The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, breathless moans, whispered curses, and the sharp creak of the bed frame under their movements.

James buried his face in her neck, grunting with every hard thrust, losing himself completely in the way she squeezed him, the way she gasped his name again and again.

It didn’t take long before they were both crashing over the edge again — Natasha first, her body locking up tight, milking him, dragging him down into another mind-shattering orgasm.

James groaned her name into her neck as he spilled inside her again, his arms locking around her body tightly.

They stayed like that — clinging to each other, shaking, gasping — for a long time.

Eventually, James pulled out slowly, carefully, and rolled onto his back beside her.

Natasha whimpered softly at the loss, but immediately curled into his side, draping a leg over his waist, pressing her body flush against him.

They lay there, bodies slick with sweat, completely spent.

After a few minutes, Natasha pushed herself up on trembling arms and grabbed the water bottles placed neatly on the nightstand.

She handed one to James with a weak smile.

"Drink," she ordered playfully, her voice hoarse.

James chuckled quietly and took it, gulping down half the bottle in seconds.

Natasha sipped hers slowly, her fingers brushing against his arm occasionally, like she couldn’t bear not touching him even for a second.

When they were both rehydrated, they exchanged a look — a look that said everything without a single word spoken.

Natasha licked her lips slowly, her eyes darkening again with need.

James smirked, reaching out and pulling her on top of him easily.

"Again?" he teased.

Natasha laughed breathlessly, straddling his hips, feeling him already hardening again beneath her.

"Again," she whispered.

And they did.

Again.

And again.

They lost track of how many rounds they went.

Sometimes slow and lazy, sometimes rough and desperate, sometimes tender and sweet.

Time blurred into nothing but heat, breath, moans, and the deep, desperate need to be connected.

By the time they finally collapsed on the bed — tangled together, beyond exhausted — it was well past midnight.

Their bodies ached deliciously, every muscle trembling with exhaustion, but neither of them cared.

James barely managed to pull the covers over them before Natasha snuggled into his chest, sighing happily.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him, pressing a kiss to the top of her damp hair.

Within minutes, both of them drifted into sleep, still joined by lingering touches, lingering heartbeats — two souls completely tangled together, lost to the world and completely at peace.

And for the first time in a long time, James slept without a single worry in his mind.