novelraw Chapter 176: Soon [18+]
Chapter 176: Soon [18+]
The air was thick now.
Not just with sweat or lust - but something sacred.
Something primal.
The bed creaked softly as Bharath finally eased onto his back, his arms spread, muscles glistening in the amber light like a god freshly sculpted from flesh and storm. His chest rose with slow, shallow breaths, his eyes dark pools of heat and gravity.
The girls lay on either side of him, catching their breath - their faces flushed, their bodies marked with the beginnings of bruises and love bites. But it wasn’t over.
Not even close.
His voice came out like smoke and steel. “Love me.”
Two words.
And the room shifted.
Sarah and Marisol rose.
Like priestesses summoned to sacred duty.
Their movements were slow. Intentional. As if every gesture had to be perfect. Because this wasn’t just sex anymore.
It was a ritual. It was an offering. It was worship.
He didn’t just lie back.
He commanded the silence.
The weight of him-naked, pulsing, sacred-filled the space.
“You belong to me,” he said, eyes blazing. “You’ll prove it with your mouths. Your breasts. Your devotion. Show me what it means.”
Marisol straddled his thighs first, hair cascading down her shoulder like a river of black silk. She bent low, lips hovering just above his chest, eyes never leaving his.
“You are our center,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his sternum. “Our light. Our gravity.”
Sarah knelt beside her, eyes burning with reverence. She licked a path along his ribs, slow and sensual, then murmured, “You saved my life. You gave me a reason to feel again.”
Bharath’s jaw tensed. He tried to stay still, to let them take control - to receive. But his fingers twitched as their mouths explored him like worshippers at an altar.
Marisol kissed down his abdomen, reverent and slow.
Sarah took his hand in both of hers, pressing it to her cheek, then her lips, then guiding it to her chest.
“You can take anything from me,” she whispered. “Because you already own everything.”
Mia watched from the crack in the door - lips parted, thighs slick, her body buzzing like a struck chord. Her hand had long since stopped. She wasn’t touching herself anymore.
She was transfixed.
This wasn’t the kind of submission she saw in locker-room fantasies or late-night shows. This wasn’t about passivity.
This was about offering.
About choosing to kneel for a man who had proved himself worthy of their worship - not with dominance alone, but with honor, with protection, with a kind of primal, masculine truth they’d never found anywhere else.
They kissed down his sides.
His thighs.
His feet.
And then rose again, circling his body like twin flames. Marisol kissed his neck while Sarah kissed the inside of his wrist. They whispered to each other in soft breaths - sometimes in Spanish, in English, in Tamil, other times in broken poetry - about how much they loved him. About what he meant to them. About what they would do just to see him smile.
Then Marisol pressed a kiss to his temple and looked down into his eyes. “Let us serve you, amor.”
Sarah echoed her, crawling over his hips. “Let us give you everything.”
He nodded, lips tight with restraint.
And then - they moved.
Two bodies in tandem.
One kissing, one stroking.
One whispering, one licking.
They worshipped his chest, his thighs, his belly. Not to excite. Not to tease. But to exalt. Marisol rubbed her breasts against his torso, her nipples stiff with need as she moaned softly, offering him the softness of her body. Sarah took his hand and guided it between her thighs, grinding down with a gasp, as if his fingers alone could make her whole again.
He was surrounded.
Wrapped in their scent.
Their love.
Their need.
And when his body began to shake - when the tension coiled inside him like a drawn bow - they both knew. They didn’t ask. They didn’t beg.
They offered themselves.
Sarah straddled him, her hips poised like a chalice accepting sacrament, but Marisol stopped her with a hand on her thigh.
“Let me,” she said softly, biting her lip.
Sarah nodded. Then leaned down and whispered something into Bharath’s ear that made his eyes roll back for a moment.
And then Marisol took him in.
Slow.
Reverent.
As if he was divine.
Bharath growled - a raw, soul-deep sound - his hand gripping the sheets as Marisol began to move. Sarah kissed him, cradled his head, whispered praise into his ear while Marisol worshipped him from below. Her pace was slow. Sacred. Designed not just to please - but to honor.
He bucked. Once. Twice.
And then his body locked.
And the girls rejoiced.
He came with a groan torn from his chest like a storm breaking free. And when Marisol pulled back, lips shiny, Sarah kissed her.
Tasting him. Sharing him.
Like the prize they had earned.
They curled up, completely spent, against him wrapped around him like vines on a pillar, one on each side, their hands tangled together across his chest.
And he - the boy from Chennai who had once doubted he’d ever even kiss a girl - lay there utterly worshipped. Loved. Owned by two goddesses who had willingly knelt.
Mia could barely breathe.
Her entire worldview had shifted-it collapsed.
These weren’t just girls in love. These were women claimed. Transformed into something holy and unholy all at once.
Marisol-the girl who had always been the good sister, the strong, fierce one-was now begging to be used over and over.
Sarah-breathtaking, perfect, composed-was calling herself his slut like it was her calling.
And Bharath… he wasn’t just dominating them.
He was remaking them.
Mia didn’t just want him to fuck her.
She wanted him to undo her.. Everything she thought she knew about love, about power, about sex had been rewritten in front of her.
These weren’t weak women.
These were warriors.
And they had chosen to surrender to him.
To serve him.
To please him.
Not because they had to.
But because he was worth it.
Mia’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Her body ached. Her thighs trembled. Her eyes burned. But her soul…
Her soul was alight.
This wasn’t just about desire anymore.
This was about devotion.
She pressed her forehead to the wall and whispered, “That’s going to be me…”
Then added, quietly: “Soon”