My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 812: Someone You Should Meet

The silence afterwards belonged to them alone.

It settled over the ruined bed with the slow confidence of moonlight, intimate and shameless, draping itself across bare shoulders, tangled sheets, and the faint silver gleam of Hell’s Paradise Island beyond the glass.

The city below was still awake... rich cities rarely slept properly.

They only dimmed their lights, pretended at discipline, and continued sinning in private behind tinted windows and imported marble.

One tower after another surrendered its brightness to the depth of the night until the island looked less like a metropolis and more like a kingdom quietly lowering its voice.

Inside the penthouse, nothing hurried.

Melissa lay against him with the languid, unapologetic sprawl of a woman who had been thoroughly claimed and saw no reason to pretend otherwise.

Her naked body was a study in beautiful ruin.

One leg was hooked possessively over his thigh, the smooth, sweat-slicked skin of her inner thigh still glistening faintly with the evidence of their joining.

The soft, heavy swell of her breasts pressed warm and full against his chest, her nipples were still dark and slightly swollen from his mouth, brushed his skin with every slow breath of her as they poked suggestively at him.

There were faint, possessive marks that bloomed along her collarbones and the upper curves of her breasts where his teeth and fingers had been, while lower, between the relaxed spread of her thighs, the tender pink of her pussy remained flushed and slightly parted, a thin, creamy trail of his dragonrod’s breath was slowly leaking from her to stain the already ruined sheets beneath her ass.

’Gods, I feel like I can be here, like this, with her, forever.’

Her hand rested flat against his stomach with the lazy authority; she had claimed his territory and saw no reason to explain herself to lesser governments.

Phei’s arm was beneath her neck, fingers moving through her hair in slow, careful passes, combing through the silk-dark strands with a tenderness so practiced it almost looked accidental.

The sheets beneath them had suffered enough to deserve legal representation, therapy, and perhaps a strongly worded letter from hotel management.

No one was mourning the Egyptian cotton, though, while Melissa breathed so warmly against him.

Her body had gone heavy in his arms, softened by exhaustion and something rarer only he could give her — comfort.

Melissa never collapsed into peace easily; peace had to negotiate with her first, survive a hostile review, and prove it carried no hidden clauses.

She had too much pride, too much intelligence, too many years of being beautiful in rooms full of people like Legacy scions who mistook herbeauty for weakness.

Yet now she rested against him with her guard lowered to the floor beside the bed, right next to her discarded robe and whatever remained of the poor, overworked concept of restraint.

Phei kept stroking her hair.

The motion was steady, almost unconscious. The same gentle rhythm he had used at the front door when she arrived carrying something too precious to name.

Phei had not demanded explanations. He had not played surgeon with her wounds and he simply held her, warmed the tremor from her hands, and let the night swallow what it could.

Whatever had followed had not solved everything.

Love was powerful, yes, but it was not some cheap miracle elixir peddled by a back-alley merchant with questionable hygiene.

Pain did not evaporate because someone touched you correctly, and neither did fear kneel simply because the bedroom had expensive lighting.

Human emotions, tragically, were not coded by a competent engineer.

This ridiculous species could build supercars and towers that scraped the sky, yet still hadn’t invented a proper delete button for suffering.

’Impressive architecture. Terrible emotional maintenance.’

Still, something inside Melissa had eased.

Phei felt it in the looseness of her fingers, in the even fall of her breath, in the way her body no longer braced for impact; the earlier tension had loosened its claws.

For a little while, she did not have to be his worried aunt, guardian who had to sponge anything directed her him, his weapon, heiress, storm, judge, executioner; all she was now was a miracle wrapped in her lover’s arms and warm embrace.

For a little while, she was simply Melissa in his arms — warm, alive, and devastatingly naked against him.

That should have been enough for the night.

’I, unfortunately, have a talent for making peace nervous.’

"Melissa."

Her answer came as a soft murmur against his chest. "Mm."

His fingers paused in her hair, then continued. "I know the timing is a bit criminal."

Her thumb stopped moving against his stomach.

Phei almost smiled...

...Even half-melted and freshly fucked, Melissa could detect incoming nonsense with the precision of military-grade radar.

’It is honestly unfair.’

Phei could barely assemble a suspicious sentence around her before her instincts dragged it into an interrogation room and demanded identification papers.

"But there’s someone I want you to meet," he said. "Someone important."

The warmth of the room shifted as Melissa lifted her head slowly.

Her eyes were heavy, still dark with afterglow of tens of orgasms after getting fucked in twenty positions, but sharpness returned beneath the softness like a blade sliding through tofu.

She looked at him with that calm, dangerous focus that made grown-ups suddenly remember childhood sins they thought they’d buried.

"Tonight?" she asked.

Her voice was rough, low, beautifully ruined. The sound alone could have bankrupted weaker men.

Phei’s mouth curved faintly. "Only if you’re willing."

"Phei." She pushed herself up on one elbow.

Moonlight traced the elegant line of her shoulder, gliding down the full, bare curve of her breast. The silver light kissed the soft swell and the darker peak, turning her skin into something luminous and warm against the cool sheets.

She didn’t move to cover herself and simply breathed, slow and unhurried, the aftermath still written in the relaxed weight of her body and the faint flush that lingered across her chest.

Phei’s gaze followed the light like a man who had every right to look and still found himself quietly undone by the sight.

"We are in a hotel penthouse. The bed looks like it lost a war. I am naked, exhausted, and currently styled by violence and questionable life choices."

"You look stunning."

"I look like evidence."

"Beautiful evidence."

"Do not flirt with the crime scene."

"I would never disrespect the investigation."

She stared at him.

Phei gave her his most innocent expression — the one that had never worked on anyone with functioning eyes and a working brain.

Melissa sat upright with slow, regal irritation that somehow made exhaustion look expensive. Her hair had become a dark storm around her face. Faint marks lingered along her collarbone and the soft undersides of her breasts. Between her thighs, the evidence of what he had done to her remained visible — flushed, slightly swollen, and still gently leaking the proof of his claim onto the sheets. She looked devastating. Dangerous. Loved. And deeply prepared to ruin his life if his next sentence annoyed her.

"Let me be very clear," she said. "If you are about to introduce me to someone while I look like I got jumped by a dragon with endless stamina and no sense of timing, I may commit violence."

"You look like a queen after battle."

"I look like the battle filed a formal complaint."

"A victorious queen then?"

"A scandal with cheekbones."

"A romantic scandal, I love that."

"A lawsuit in silk."

Phei laughed, quiet and warm.

Melissa tried to glare, but the corner of her mouth betrayed her.

Treacherous thing, affection... it always arrived without permission and ruined perfectly good intimidation.

"Who is this person?" she asked.

"Someone I should have introduced to you earlier."

That changed her expression, something underneath her listened. Melissa had always been good at reading the weight behind a sentence.

His voice had lowered into something calmer and honest enough to make the night feel more fragile.

And in the silver quiet that followed, with her naked body still warm and marked from his hands and mouth, Melissa waited for him to continue — the silence between them suddenly heavier than the tangled sheets beneath them.