My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 631

Capítulo 631: Sapphire needs to be pampered (R-18)

The entire room seemed suspended in mid-air. There was no sound, no wind, nothing but Sapphire’s accelerated breathing and Vergil’s uneven heartbeat, still trying to keep up with the speed at which she had pulled him close.

The first touch of her lips was almost an emotional collapse.

There was no warning, no hesitation. Sapphire simply fell upon him like someone who had spent too long holding back their emotions with trembling hands—and now, finally, letting it all out at once.

Vergil didn’t even have time to react. Sapphire gripped his shirt with almost desperate force, as if any distance between them was a threat. She pulled him to her, knocking him onto the mansion’s sofa with a movement so urgent it seemed her body had decided on its own.

She climbed onto his lap without thinking, without analyzing, without considering the consequences. And then the kiss came—deep, frantic, breathless, as if her heart had spent an entire month trapped in some dark corner begging to be heard.

The sound of the kiss echoed through the enormous silence of the empty mansion. A wet, insistent, repeated sound, as if Sapphire were trying to assure him that it was real, that it was there, that it wouldn’t disappear if she blinked.

Vergil placed his hands on her waist, trying to steady her, but Sapphire ignored any attempt to slow down. She held his face with both hands, squeezing tightly, and kissed him again—and again—and again—each time harder, deeper, more desperate.

As if she were recovering months of pent-up anguish.

As if she were afraid that if she stopped, the whole world would crumble again.

Vergil felt it. He felt everything. The trembling in her fingers. Her accelerated breathing. The way her body leaned forward almost violently, as if the emotional need was greater than primal self-control.

“Saf…” he tried to say something, but she wouldn’t let him.

She silenced him with another kiss—more intense, more crushing. Her hands moved to the nape of his neck, pulling him with a force only someone who had lived in fear of loss could possess.

Vergil yielded. Not because he couldn’t resist—but because he understood.

Because in every movement there was a silent plea.

A mute beg for her not to disappear again.

An ancient pain she never let anyone see.

Sapphire made no articulated sounds—only a soft, muffled moan of emotion, of relief, of something that had been trapped inside her for too long. She pressed her lips against his with an almost chaotic rhythm, as if trying to compensate for every moment she had isolated herself, every day she had spent destroying the abyss alone.

Vergil ran his hand over her face. A light caress, trying to calm her, but Sapphire only tilted her face to follow the touch and followed it with another kiss, even longer, deeper, more laden with everything she never admitted to feeling.

She didn’t seem like the Demon Queen. She didn’t seem like Agares. She didn’t seem like the primordial destroyer.

She seemed like a woman who thought she was going to lose the love of her own life.

Every time he pulled away a millimeter, she immediately returned, as if her heart reacted with panic and ordered her to maintain contact. Her lips moved against his urgently, with pure emotional hunger.

Vergil breathed deeply between kisses, feeling his chest ache. The intensity of that woman was impossible to describe. He placed one hand on her back, the other on her face, trying to convey that he was there. That he wasn’t going anywhere.

But Sapphire still couldn’t believe it.

She let out a muffled sound—something between a sob and a sigh—and kissed him even harder, almost crushing his lips with hers. Her whole body trembled, not from excitement, but from emotional overload.

It was as if she had held the world alone for too long…

and now she finally had somewhere to collapse.

Vergil rested his forehead against hers between kisses, breathing against her mouth.

“Sapphire…” he tried again, his voice low and soft.

She squeezed her eyes shut and kissed him harder, as if the very attempt to speak was too painful for her. The kiss that followed was slower, but much deeper—as if she were saying everything she couldn’t put into words.

“I… I’m here…” Vergil murmured between her lips.

Sapphire trembled. It was precisely that phrase she couldn’t handle. It was what broke down her barriers.

She cupped his face in both hands, as if trying to memorize the sensation, and pulled him into another kiss—long, tight, full of pent-up emotion, a mixture of fear, relief, and suffocating love.

The entire mansion remained silent.

The kisses continued to echo, wet, desperate.

Sapphire was finally allowing herself to feel everything she had tried to destroy alone.

And Vergil… simply held her, but quickly, she pulled away.

She pulled away from the kiss for a moment, breathless.

She looked at Vergil with eyes gleaming with emotion and desire. Her hands were still cupping his face, her fingers trembling slightly.

“Vergil…,” she whispered, her voice heavy with need. “I need you. Now.”

She ran her hands down his shoulders, tracing the contours of the muscles beneath his shirt. Then, she grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, exposing Vergil’s toned chest.

Sapphire leaned forward, kissing and licking the exposed skin.

She traced a path of kisses down his neck, sucking lightly, leaving red marks on his skin.

Meanwhile, her hands didn’t stop. She unbuttoned Vergil’s shirt, one button at a time, revealing more skin to be explored by her lips and tongue.

Vergil groaned softly, feeling Sapphire’s warm, seductive touch. He raised his arms, allowing her to remove his shirt completely.

Sapphire tosses her shirt aside and leans back slightly to admire the view. She runs her hands over Vergil’s bare chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath her fingers.

“You’re so perfect,” she murmurs, leaning in to press her lips to one nipple while her hand teases the other.

Vergil arches his back, enjoying Sapphire’s touch. He places his hands on her waist, pulling her closer.

Sapphire lifts her head and smiles mischievously at him. Then, she rises from his lap and stands beside the sofa.

With slow, sensual movements, she unbuttons her blouse, revealing a black lace bra. She lets the blouse fall to the floor and reaches behind her, undoing the bra clasp.

Her large breasts are freed, her nipples already hardened with desire. Sapphire holds them, offering them to Vergil.

“Come and taste,” she invites in a seductive voice. Vergil doesn’t hesitate. He rises from the sofa and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and gently nibbling. His hand massages the other breast, squeezing lightly.

Sapphire moans, feeling Vergil’s warm mouth on her breast. She grips his hair, keeping him close.

While Vergil continues his sensual assault on her breasts, Sapphire reaches for the front of his jeans. She unbuttons and pulls down the zipper, revealing the black boxer briefs underneath.

She slides her hand inside the briefs, encircling Vergil’s hard, throbbing member. He gasps against her breast, feeling her warm, delicate hand around him.

Sapphire begins to move her hand up and down, caressing him slowly. Her thumb rubs the sensitive head, spreading the drops of pre-ejaculate.

Vergil pulls her breast from his mouth and looks at her with burning desire. “Sapphire…”, he growls softly. “I need all of you right now.”

Sapphire smiles seductively. She removes her hand from his underwear and lowers his pants and underwear, fully revealing his hard, throbbing member.

As Vergil gets rid of his own pants, Sapphire slides her hands over her own body, further igniting the fire between them.

She reaches for the belt buckle of her skirt and unbuckles it. The skirt slides down, revealing her long legs and matching panties and bra.

Sapphire turns and leans over the back of the sofa, swaying her buttocks invitingly for Vergil. She glances over her shoulder, her eyes filled with lust.

“Come here and take me,” she commands. “Show me how much you desire me.”

With a mischievous smile, Vergil complies with Sapphire’s request. He rises from the sofa and stands behind her, admiring the tempting sight of her exposed buttocks.

He gives her a firm slap on the ass, making her moan. Then, he grips her hips tightly and leans forward, rubbing his hard member against her wet entrance.

Sapphire pushes her hips back, impatiently trying to get Vergil to penetrate her. But he insists on prolonging the moment, leaving her even more excited.

Vergil slides his hand down her spine, slowly moving up to her shoulders. Her large breasts spring out, free from the confinement of her bra.

He massages her breasts with his hands, rubbing her already hardened nipples between his fingers. Sapphire moans loudly, loving his touch on her sensitive breasts.

While one hand continues to play with her breasts, Vergil’s other hand slides down her stomach, stopping at the edge of her panties. He plays with the lace of her panties for a moment before finally sliding his hand inside.

His fingers find her wet entrance and slide inside, teasing her with slow, deep movements. Sapphire writhes in pleasure, wanting more of his touch.

“Please, Vergil…,” she begs breathlessly. “I need you inside me now.”

Vergil smiles mischievously. He removes his fingers from her and brings them to his mouth, savoring her taste. “You’re so sweet, Saf,” he murmurs.

Then, without warning, he grips her hips firmly and thrusts into her with a deep, swift stroke.

“Kyaannn <3”