Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously-Chapter 151: Crazy night

Anne matched him, her body answering his with equal desperation. Her raw and unrestrained moans filled the room. Every thrust pushed her to the edge.

"Faster," she urged.

That single word shattered whatever restraint he had left.

Augustine gripped her hips tightly, almost bruisingly, anchoring her beneath him. His rhythm was relentless. He drove into her harder, deeper, faster — desperate to merge their bodies, their hearts, their very souls. His hands roamed possessively — gripping her waist, sliding up her trembling sides, palming her breasts.

Anne could feel his desperation, his hunger, the almost frantic edge to his passion — and it thrilled her. She gave herself over completely, surrendering herself to his fierce love.

Anne felt the pressure blooming inside her, a sweet, unbearable, dizzying pressure. The tension spiralled out uncontrollably.

"Augustine!" Her body convulsed around him, her mouth parting in a cry of pure pleasure. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Augustine watched her face, watched her fall apart beneath him, and it drove him insane. He wanted to see her shatter. He needed it.

With a rough groan, he captured her lips again, plunging his tongue deep as he drove harder into her, giving her everything he had.

Augustine’s jaw clenched tightly as he fought against the tidal wave of pleasure building inside him. He watched her under him — the way her body moved with his, the way she moaned and arched to meet his thrusts, the feel of her — it tipped him over the edge.

Nothing had ever made him feel so alive, so powerful, so utterly, devastatingly in love.

Anne’s walls clenched around him as her climax hit yet again, and the feeling — her coming undone beneath him, because of him — sent him spiraling over the edge.

With a broken, hoarse groan, he thrust one last time, burying himself as deep as he could, pouring himself into her, his entire being surrendering to the woman he loved beyond reason.

They trembled against each other, he didn’t let her go.

He stayed inside her, his arms banded tightly around her slender frame, his mouth pressing desperate kisses along her damp forehead, her cheeks, her parted lips.

"Stay like this," he murmured hoarsely. "Let me feel you a little longer."

Anne smiled tenderly, her fingers brushing through his dark, sweat-misted hair. "You’re still inside me," she whispered teasingly. "Where else would I go?"

"You don’t understand." He let out a low, almost feral sound — part growl, part groan. He lifted his head just enough to meet her gaze. His eyes were molten with fierce emotion. "I need you so much, Anne... I can’t stand even the thought of letting you go. Not even for a second."

The rawness in his confession tightened something deep inside her chest. She cupped his cheek, her thumb stroking the edge of his jaw. "I’m yours, Augustine. Only yours. I’m not leaving you."

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. He kissed her then—not with the urgency from before, but with a deep, lingering tenderness. He shifted slightly, but when Anne whimpered at the movement, he stilled again, refusing to withdraw from her warmth.

"I lost so much," he whispered. "I can’t think of losing you. If you leave me ever, I’ll go crazy."

Anne’s heart melted completely. She hugged him tighter, pressing her lips to his temple. "You are mine forever. Don’t ever think that you can escape me."

Augustine pressed another kiss to her shoulder, then to her collarbone, scattering slow, reverent kisses up her neck — worshiping every inch of her. "God help me, Anne," he whispered raggedly, "I’ll never be able to get enough of you."

He was hard again inside her, his muscles taut, his eyes dark and burning with renewed hunger. He pulled his hips back and drove into her again, slow but deliberate — a deep, claiming thrust that made Anne cry out and clutch at his shoulders.

"Augustine—" she whimpered, overwhelmed by the sensation.

He growled low in his throat. "I can’t stop... not when you feel this good... not when you’re mine like this."

Anne’s body arched beneath him instinctively, meeting his thrusts, desperate for more, needing more.

He set a punishing rhythm, each stroke fierce, deep, and possessive.

Their bodies slapped together with wet, obscene sounds, echoing in the room along with Anne’s breathless moans and Augustine’s heavy groans.

He pinched her chin and lifted her face slightly so he could watch every expression flicker across her face.

"Look at me," he ordered hoarsely, his thrusts growing even faster, more frenzied. "I want to see you when you fall apart for me again."

Anne’s eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy with desire, locking onto his. Her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and pure, unguarded love in her gaze snapped the last thread of Augustine’s restraint.

He slammed into her harder, deeper, drawing out helpless cries from her lips, driving them both higher and higher.

Anne clung to him as he took her ruthlessly, desperately, as though trying to etch himself into her very bones.

The pressure inside her coiled impossibly tight, and she knew she was close.

"Come with me," Augustine gritted out, sweat dripping from his temples as he pounded into her. "Let go, Anne... fall with me."

With a sob of his name, Anne shattered around him, her walls clenching down hard, milking him.

Augustine cursed harshly, losing control. He drove into her one last time and came hard, spilling inside her with a possessive roar.

Augustine pressed his forehead against hers, their harsh breaths mingling. He didn’t move for a long while, still buried deep inside her, as if unwilling to part even an inch. His weight was heavy but comforting, his warmth seeping into her, cocooning her in a way that made Anne’s heart ache sweetly.

Eventually, with a reluctant groan, he shifted slightly and pulled out. Without even bothering to clean up, he simply gathered her against his chest.

Anne snuggled closer, resting her cheek against his damp skin. His fingers lazily traced circles along the curve of her hip.

As the minutes drifted by, Anne felt his breathing deepen, his body relaxing against hers. But even as he slipped into sleep, his lips brushed against her hair, murmuring broken words.

"I’ll never let you go...Anne... don’t leave me..."

Anne bit back a soft laugh, her heart blooming with so much love she thought it might spill over. How could he be so fierce, so wild — and yet so adorably vulnerable?

She lifted her head slightly, brushing a kiss over his jaw, smiling as he instinctively tightened his arms around her in response.

"I’m yours, Augustine. Always." Anne nestled closer, feeling utterly cherished. "I’ll never leave you."

Her eyelids grew heavier as sleep pulled at her.