Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 344: Witch Devours*

CRASH.

Zara slammed into Pyris, momentum sending them both sprawling onto the couch. The impact knocked the air from her lungs, but it was nothing compared to the sudden awareness of the body beneath her.

The remote clattered uselessly to the floor, completely forgotten.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Zara’s hands were splayed against Pyris’ chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt, rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. Her long hair had slipped forward, strands cascading on either side of her face, some spilling across his chest like dark silk. The soft glow from the TV flickered over them, casting shifting shadows that only deepened the intensity of the moment.

Her thighs clenched around his hips, instinctively adjusting to the way he fit against her. A shiver crawled down her spine as heat radiated between them, his body impossibly warm, his scent intoxicating. Crisp, clean, and undeniably him.

Her breathing came fast, uneven.

Pyris just lay there, pinned beneath her, golden eyes locked onto hers with an unreadable intensity. He didn’t smirk. Didn’t gloat. Didn’t even move.

He just watched.

Like he was waiting.

Like he knew exactly what was running through her mind.

Zara swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.

Her body was reacting before her brain could catch up. Her fingers curled slightly against his chest, her nails barely scraping the fabric of his shirt. Her lips parted as she exhaled, and she caught the flicker of his gaze dropping—just for a second—before lifting back to hers.

Her stomach twisted.

Why the hell was it so hot in here?

The way he was looking at her—calm, patient, completely unbothered—only made it worse. Like he was testing her. Like he knew she was the one struggling to keep it together, while he remained perfectly in control.

Except… he wasn’t.

Despite the blank mask he wore, his body betrayed him.

The hard lines of his muscles tensed beneath her fingertips, his breathing just a fraction heavier than before. And lower—pressed intimately between her legs—was the undeniable proof of his raw, insatiable desire.

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Zara sucked in a sharp breath.

Even after the night he’d spent with his women, even after everything, his lust was still as relentless as ever. The aura of it wrapped around her like an intoxicating fog, thick, suffocating, and inescapable. It made her head light, made her body burn, made her ache.

She was drowning in it.

Her pulse pounded in her ears as she stared at his lips, so pink and unfairly perfect. She had no idea when she started leaning in, but suddenly, her face was close—too close.

Her breath mingled with his, her body drawn in by something inevitable.

Zara didn’t even try to resist anymore.

Fuck it.

Her lips crashed against his in a desperate, heated kiss, the kind that left no room for hesitation or second thoughts. Pyris met her just as fiercely, his hands immediately sliding up her back, pulling her deeper into him as if he’d been waiting for this moment all along.

Her fingers curled into his hair, gripping tight, anchoring herself to him as she melted into the raw hunger between them. Their bodies pressed together, heat igniting where bare skin met.

Pyris moved their bodies back into the couch as she fell back into him.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him back down into another desperate, heated kiss. Pyris didn’t hesitate. His body pressed flush against hers, his weight grounding her, his warmth sinking deep into her skin.

Her fingers curled into his hair, gripping tight, anchoring herself to him as she melted into the raw hunger between them. Their bodies pressed together, heat igniting where bare skin met.

The couch wasn’t enough.

Somehow, in the frantic, feverish tangle of limbs, they rolled off, landing on the floor with a muted thud. Zara barely registered the impact, too lost in the way Pyris’ lips moved against hers, how his hands roamed her body like he was memorizing every inch.

He was above her now, caging her in, his golden eyes darkened with something dangerous. Lust. Hunger. Possession.

Zara’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in sync with his.

The floor was hard, but she barely noticed. All she could feel was him-his lips demanding, his hands everywhere, his body solid and unyielding between her legs.

Pyris’ aura was intoxicating, a drug she couldn’t resist, his insatiable hunger was still there, pressing into her, teasing her, making her body respond in ways she couldn’t control.

Her thighs clenched around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper

Pyris groaned against her lips, his control slipping for just a second.

She felt it-the sharp twitch of his fingers digging into her hips, the way his body tensed like he was holding himself back.

Zara should’ve been the one in control here. She was the powerful one. The older one. The untouchable one. And yet, here she was-flat on her back, heart pounding, body aching, completely under him.

She shivered.

Pyris pulled back slightly, just enough to look her in the eyes. His breath was heavy, his golden gaze burning. His lips were parted, like he was about to ask her something—probably to ask if she wanted this, if he should stop.

Probably if he should stop.

Zara wasn’t about to let him.

Her grip tightened around his neck, and with a hushed, breathless whisper, she sealed their fate.

"Don’t you dare."

And she pulled him back into

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As if charged by their connection, the Eternal Witch Oath within them flared to life. A pulse of unseen power crackled in the air, invisible yet undeniable, binding them in a force far older than either of them. Pyris felt it humming in his bones, thrumming through his veins, an intoxicating mixture of magic and something far more primal.

Zara didn’t care.

She crashed her lips against his, hungry, desperate, wild. Like she’d been starving for this, for him. Her hands roamed greedily over his chest, his shoulders, his arms—anywhere she could touch, anywhere she could claim.

Pyris chuckled against her lips, breaking away just slightly, his golden eyes flashing with amusement. "Damn, look at you," he teased, his breath warm against her skin. "You’ve been fighting me all this time—acting like you weren’t craving this."

She didn’t answer.

With a frustrated growl, she yanked him back in, her teeth sinking into his bottom lip before she kissed him even harder, shutting him up the only way she knew how.

Pyris groaned, his grip tightening on her waist. "So fucking eager—"

"Shut up," she muttered against his mouth, her nails raking down his back.

"No, really," Pyris smirked, deliberately slowing the kiss just to make her suffer. "You sure you weren’t fantasizing about this back in the labyrinth?"

Zara’s response was to devour him again, pressing her body flush against his, her tongue sliding past his lips in a silent challenge.

Pyris let out a low, satisfied hum, his hands wandering lower, his voice smug between kisses. "Yeah. That’s what I thought."