Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 323: Teasing Jennifer

"You don't," I confessed, my voice sounding strained and raw. "And if you never trust me again, I won't blame you. But this is something you must know, Emily: Mike loved you more than anything in this world. If he were standing here right now, he would say exactly what I am—that you deserve happiness. You deserve to be loved."

Emily's breath came in jagged, uneven gasps as her tears fell even faster. "I don't know what I'm supposed to believe," she whispered with a broken voice. "I don't even know who you are anymore."

"I'm the man who loves you," I replied, my voice shaking with emotion. "I am the man who would do anything to ensure your safety, even if that meant transforming into someone else. Even if it meant losing my very soul."

She looked up at me, her gaze a swirling storm of anger, grief, and a flickering spark of something else—perhaps understanding. "What am I supposed to do now?" she asked in a whisper that was barely audible.

"The choice is yours," I said, my heart hammering against my ribs. "If you want to walk away, I will let you go. If you need to scream, to strike me, or to hate me—I will accept it all. I deserve it. But if there is even a small part of you that can find forgiveness..."

I reached out to cup her face, my thumbs gently brushing the tears from her cheeks. "Then let me spend every moment of the rest of my life making this right."

Emily’s entire body trembled with sobs. She gripped my shirt tightly, like a drowning woman clinging to the only thing keeping her afloat.

Her confession hung between us, raw and incredibly fragile. "I don't know if I'm capable of it," she whispered again, her voice still trembling. "I don't know if I can ever look at you without seeing him."

I leaned forward and pressed my forehead against hers, my own tears mingling with those on her face. "Then I will spend every single day proving that I am not him," I murmured through a breaking voice. "I will prove that I am yours."

In that shattered moment, I witnessed the vulnerability in her eyes—the confusion, the agony, and the glimmer of a deeper connection. Driven by instinct, I leaned in and kissed her. It was far from gentle; it was a desperate, hungry collision of longing and grief.

Emily let out a gasp against my lips. Her hands flew to my chest as if she intended to push me away, but her fingers soon curled into my shirt, pulling me closer instead.

As I deepened the kiss, my teeth grazed her lower lip, eliciting a soft, broken moan from her. "And if I'm being honest..." she panted, her breath coming in uneven bursts, "I’m jealous of Mike... for having you."

I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, my voice rough with intense emotion. "Forget about him, do you understand? Just let me love you. Only you."

My lips moved down to her neck, my teeth lightly grazing her skin, causing her to shudder. "Don’t..." she whispered, her voice shaking. "Can you... please give me some time? I just... I need to breathe..."

I froze instantly, the weight of her plea hitting me like a physical strike. The look in her eyes was unmistakable—it wasn't just a request for space, but for my understanding.

I gave a slow nod, my hands gently adjusting her clothing and smoothing the fabric as if I could mend the fractures between us. "Take all the time you need," I said softly, standing up and taking a step back. "But from this moment on, Emily... you belong to me."

I left her there, the click of the door shutting behind me as the weight of her conflicted heart lingered in the air.

The hallway felt colder now. The distant hum of the fortress's chaos faded as I walked toward Jennifer’s room. I needed to focus and ground myself in something—anything—to escape the emotional storm Emily had stirred within me.

Jennifer was standing by the window, her silhouette outlined by the dim light passing through the curtains. She remained still as I entered, her posture rigid as if she were deep in thought—or perhaps just feigning ignorance of my presence.

Moving silently, my footsteps were lost in the thick carpet until I was close enough to touch her. I placed a firm hand on her shoulder and spun her around to face me.

Her eyes widened slightly with a flash of surprise—or perhaps anticipation. "Aren't you the bold one?" she murmured, her voice low, husky, and filled with a hint of challenge.

I maintained my grip. Leaning in, I spoke in a rough whisper. "We need to talk, Jennifer." My fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down her arm, and I felt her breath hitch in response. "About Emily. About what just took place."

She arched an eyebrow, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Oh? And what exactly did take place?" Her voice was colored with amusement, but her eyes remained sharp and calculating. "Did you finally break her spirit? Or was it you who broke?"

I smirked back, tightening my grip just enough to remind her who held the power. "Let’s just say... she’s mine now." My free hand slid to her waist, pulling her flush against me until I could feel the heat radiating from her body. "But right now, I’m far more interested in you."

Jennifer’s breath caught and her body tensed—not to escape, but to press closer to me. "Be careful," she warned, her voice dropping into a sultry, feline purr. "You’re playing a very dangerous game."

"I’ve always liked danger," I murmured, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "And I suspect you do as well."

She released a slow, controlled breath, her fingers digging into my shirt. "What is it you want, then?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

I didn't use words to answer. Instead, my hand slid lower, my touch firm and possessive, leaving no room for doubt about my intent. "I want you to understand one thing," I said, my voice thick with desire. "You aren't the one in control here. I am."

Jennifer’s lips parted, her eyes darkening with a mixture of arousal and defiance. "Prove it," she challenged, her voice dripping with temptation.

I grinned, my fingers tightening on her waist as I pulled her body against mine. "Oh, Jennifer," I murmured, my lips hovering just inches from hers. "I certainly will."

"Look at the mess your daughter's actions have caused," I said, locking my gaze onto hers. "As her mother, shouldn't you be the one to bear the consequences?" My eyes flicked down toward my hardened cock, making my meaning unmistakably clear.