Return of the Legendary Runesmith - Chapter 440

Chapter 440: Chapter 439- Stop hesitating**
Ariana was currently sitting in the bathing pool, allowing her body to soak in the warm water and relax a little.

She has been busy a lot these days.

Apart from the stress of the students and the exam she had been constantly receiving information of Acolyte sighting around the academy these days

They didn’t appear hostile, rather they were focused on wandering around…as if to map things out.

Naturally, hostile or not, Ariana couldn’t have let them wander around. Many got caught but before they could have investigated those bastards, they killed themselves.

And the rest just ran away.

Ariana had a feeling that they were planning something big. And again, the target was the academy.

‘For fuck sake, leave us alone.’ She groaned, finally getting out of the bath.

The students have barely overcome the last incident during the tournament. She didn’t want anything else to disturb them.

One might call her hypocrite when she always encourages the students to interact with real life danger and yet she fears if dangerous entities actually approached them…but that’s how she was.

Wiping her body, she looked at the clothes she had.

She didn’t want to wear her own clothes again…that formal shirt and tight trousers again.

She wrapped a towel around her bare body and walked out of the bathroom.

In the kitchen, Adrian was currently making her dinner while wearing an apron around his waist.

A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes before she checked the curtains.

Thankfully, the curtains were covering the windows, that’s why no one could peek inside.

She slowly unwrapped her towel, revealing her bare body in the open.

Her long silver hair, still wet, stuck to her shoulders and back, some strands clinging to her full, heavy breasts and the soft curves of her hips.

Her body was strong and womanly, with a toned stomach marked by faint battle scars that told stories of strength. Dark tattoos curled gracefully over her neck and down her spine like secret whispers.

She slowly moved toward the cupboard which was on the opposite side of the kitchen and opened it.

Leaning down slightly she called out, “Adrian? Can you let me borrow your shirt? That white silky one?”

Adrian hummed in response, his hands pausing before he turned to respond, “Yes, it musht-” he bit his tongue when he saw the scene before him.

Ariana had her back to him, bent slightly forward as she reached into the low cupboard. The soft kitchen light poured over her bare skin like a warm, golden spotlight.

Her waist looked tiny from behind, flaring out into the full, round shape of her ass. And since her legs were parted he could faintly see the most secretive part of her body too.

She stayed like that, slow and shameless, knowing exactly what she was showing him.

The towel lay in a careless heap on the floor, and the whole quiet kitchen suddenly felt too warm.

Taking a deep breath he said, “It must be in the upper compartment.”

Ariana smirked sensing the strain in his voice.

She intentionally swayed her waist as she called out in a coquettish voice, “I can’t find it…please help me, dear.”

She was seducing him? Yes, she was because for some reason he has been quite careful around her these days.

Adrian hummed before he took several deep breaths and advanced toward her.

Ariana slowly got up as she sensed him standing behind her, his breath tingling her neck as he reached the upper compartment and pulled his shirt.

“Here you go,” his voice sounded deep from close.

She instinctively flinched, her breathing a little rough.

Ariana took the shirt and tossed it away before turning to look at her man, a quiet complaint in her eyes.

“Why are you being so cautious towards me? Am I no longer attractive to you?” It pained that he didn’t hug her and reacted the way he usually should have.

However, Ariana knew the reason behind his reaction.

She could tell he was barely holding himself. The way his chest heaved, his body tense.

The reason he wasn’t touching her, “It’s because of what happened the last time, isn’t it?”

The last time they were having sex, Adrian nearly lost control and Ariana got terrified.

They stopped midway and had a cold phase after that where Ariana was reluctant to face him.

Naturally, her reaction was unreasonable and Adrian must have developed an insecurity because of that incident.

“I just don’t want to hurt you again, Ariana.” Adrian said, cupping her cheek.

Ariana lowered her head and didn’t speak for a few moments.

Then, she suddenly pulled him to the nearby chair and made him sit there.

This single chair without any arm rest was devoted to their love making but wasn’t used by them in a long while.

Once Adrian was seated, Ariana straddled him and sat while facing the man.

Looking into his eyes she said, “I want you, Adrian. That’s all you need to know. I want you to fulfill my demand tonight and forget about the past.”

She tucked her fingers into his shirt and parted it, tearing a few buttons before her lips met his neck and collarbone.

Adrian took a deep breath feeling her tender lips on his burning skin as he said, “Are you not scared I might lose control again?”

Ariana didn’t stop, her lips kept moving as she whispered in between her kisses, “I will slap you back to reality and continue to rock my hips so that we don’t stop midway this time.”

He groaned as she suddenly began to grin her hips on his lap.

Adrian’s last thread of restraint snapped the moment her hips rolled against him, slow and deliberate. A low, broken sound left his throat, half groan, half surrender, and then his mouth was on hers, hungry, almost desperate.

He kissed her like a man who had been starving for weeks, tongue sliding deep, tasting her, claiming her.

One big hand slid up her bare back, fingers tracing the wet silver strands and the inked lines of her tattoos, then down again to grip her ass hard, pulling her tighter against the thick ridge straining beneath his pants.

Ariana gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound, kissing her harder. His other hand found her breast, cupping the heavy weight, thumb brushing over her stiff bud until she arched with a soft cry.

He rolled the peak between his fingers, gentle at first, then firmer, tugging just enough to make her thighs clench around his hips.

“Adrian…” she breathed, rocking again, shameless now, wet heat dragging over the rough fabric between them.

He growled against her lips and lifted her slightly, just enough to free himself.

The apron and pants were shoved down in one impatient move, and then there was nothing between them. Skin on skin. Heat on heat.

His hands returned to her ass, spreading her, guiding her down until the blunt head of him pressed against her entrance. He paused there, forehead against hers, breathing ragged.

“Look at me,” he rasped.

Her eyes opened, stormy silver meeting his. No fear. Only want.

Slowly, so slowly it felt like torture, she sank down, taking him inch by inch, both of them trembling.

When he was buried to the hilt, they stayed still for one heartbeat, two, feeling each other pulse.

Then Ariana rolled her hips again, and Adrian’s control shattered for good.

He thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks, mouth finding her breast.

He sucked her nipple deep, teeth grazing, tongue soothing, while she rode him in long, filthy strokes. Every time she lifted, he pulled her back down harder, the chair creaking beneath them.

Water from her hair dripped onto his chest; sweat bloomed between their bodies. Her nails scored his shoulders. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, spreading her wider, changing the angle until she cried out, head falling back, silver hair spilling like moonlight over his arms.

“Ariana…” he growled against her throat, biting the curve of her neck.

He fucked her like the past weeks of distance had never happened, like the only truth left in the world was the slick heat where they joined, the slap of skin, the broken sounds she made every time he filled her completely.

When she came, it was sudden and fierce, her whole body locking around him, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. Adrian followed seconds later, burying himself deep and spilling inside her with a hoarse groan, arms locked so tight around her she could barely breathe.

They stayed like that, trembling, hearts hammering against each other.

Finally, she mustered up some strength to get, her wet lips releasing his still hard shaft.

Adrian thought that since she was tired, this must be it…despite how much he wanted to continue, he would never force her to—

“Ah.” His breath was caught in his throat when he saw Ariana planting her knees on the bed, and raising her hips—inviting him.

Without a moment of delay, he got up and took the invitation.

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A/N:- Thanks for reading.