Return of the Legendary Runesmith - Chapter 441

Chapter 441: Chapter 440- Trembling**
The room was filled with slow moans and the wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

Thanks to the sound suppressing runes Adrian had planted around the room even if someone was to walk by they wouldn’t have found out what was happening inside.

Inside the room, Adrian had swept everything off the low tea table with one impatient arm (cups clattered, a book thumped to the floor) and laid Ariana across the cool wood.

Her back arched as he drove into her again, deep and steady, her thighs spread wide around his hips. Silver hair fanned beneath her like spilled starlight; every thrust sent ripples through her breasts and made the faint scars on her stomach dance.

He leaned over her, mouth finding hers in a kiss that was all tongue and breathless hunger. She tasted herself on him and moaned into it, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

Their kisses broke only when air became too precious, lips sliding to jaws, throats, the curve where neck met shoulder.

When the table began to creak too loudly, Adrian simply hooked his arms beneath her and lifted. Ariana gasped, legs locking around his waist as he stood, still buried inside her.

Three steps and her back met the wall with a soft thud. The new angle dragged a broken cry from her throat; he swallowed it with another kiss, slow and filthy, while his hips snapped forward again and again.

Cool wood at her back, hot skin at her front. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open, keeping her steady as he took her harder.

Their mouths stayed fused messy, desperate kisses, little bites, shared breaths. Her nails scored down his back; he groaned into her neck and rolled his hips just right, making her shudder and clench around him.

Sweat slicked their bodies. Her damp hair stuck to his cheek and shoulder; he brushed it aside to kiss the ink at the base of her throat.

Every thrust pushed her a little higher up the wall until her shoulders barely touched it, until she was riding him as much as he was taking her.

Ariana’s head fell back against the wall, lips parted, eyes half-lidded but locked on his. Their kisses turned softer for a moment, almost tender, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

She came first, a long, trembling moan spilling straight into his mouth. He followed right after, hips stuttering, kissing her through it like he could pour everything he felt into that single, endless kiss.

For a few heartbeats they stayed pressed to the wall, shaking, foreheads touching, lips brushing with every ragged exhale.

Adrian eased her down the wall until her feet touched the floor. Their bodies parted with a slick sound, and Ariana’s knees wobbled for a second. She steadied herself with a hand on his chest, then sank slowly to kneel in front of him.

He was still half-hard, glistening with both of them. She looked up once, eyes bright, and wrapped her fingers around the base.

The first slow lick was gentle, almost sweet, cleaning him with soft strokes of her tongue. Adrian exhaled through his teeth, fingers sliding into her damp hair without pushing.

“God, Aria…”

She hummed, took him deeper, lips soft and warm, letting him swell again inside her mouth. When he was fully hard she changed the pace: cheeks hollowing, hand twisting in time with her mouth, rougher now, hungry.

His hips jerked forward once before he caught himself.

“Easy… fuck, that’s too good.”

Ariana only hummed again, the vibration making him curse under his breath. She took him to the back of her throat, held him there, then pulled off with a wet pop, stroking fast.

Adrian’s hand tightened in her hair. “Stop, stop, I’m too close.”

He hauled her up by the arms before she could finish him, voice hoarse. “Want to come inside you again.”

She laughed, breathless, letting him steer her to the bed. He lay down first and pulled her in so they faced each other on their sides.

Ariana hooked one leg over his hip; he guided himself back in with one smooth push. They both sighed at how easily she took him, still open and wet from before.

Slow rolls at first, almost lazy. His hand cupped her breast, thumb brushing the nipple; hers slid down his back to grip his ass and urge him deeper.

“Like this,” she whispered. “Just like this.”

He buried his face against her neck, breathing her in, hips moving in long, steady strokes. The angle was perfect, intimate, every inch of him dragging against her in a way that made her toes curl.

“Feels so good,” he muttered, voice muffled against her skin. “You feel perfect.”

Ariana answered with a soft moan, fingers threading through his hair, holding him close while their bodies found the rhythm again, slower this time, but deeper, chasing the quiet kind of pleasure that builds and builds until it breaks gently, perfectly, together.

Adrian’s breath was ragged against her ear, hips moving in that perfect, relentless rhythm. She could feel the coil tightening low in her belly, her thighs trembling around him, so close…

Then, and suddenly he pulled out.

Before she could protest, his hands flipped her onto her back. Ariana gasped, legs still shaking, but he was already sliding down, spreading her thighs wide with strong palms.

“Adrian—”

Two thick fingers pushed into her without warning, curling hard, stroking that spot inside that made her back arch clean off the mattress. His thumb found her clit and rubbed fast, rough circles, no mercy.

The pressure snapped like a dam breaking.

Her whole body seized, toes curling so hard they cramped, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as the orgasm slammed into her.

Clear warmth rushed out of her in pulsing waves, soaking his hand, the sheets, everything. The world flashed white behind her squeezed-shut eyes, pleasure so intense it almost hurt.

Adrian kept stroking through it, drawing every last shudder out of her until she was limp, chest heaving, thighs twitching around his wrist.

Adrian didn’t give her time to come down.

He rose over her, hands sliding beneath her hips and lifting them clean off the bed. Ariana’s breath hitched still ragged, oversensitive when the blunt head of him nudged her entrance again.

She was swollen, soaked, trembling, and still he pushed in with one long, deliberate thrust.

The stretch burned so good she cried out, fingers clawing at the sheets. Every nerve felt raw, electric; each slow drag of him inside her was almost too much and exactly enough.

“Adrian… fuck…”

He groaned at how tightly she gripped him, hips snapping forward once, twice, then settling into a deep, steady rhythm. The angle was brutal; he hit that same spot his fingers had just ruined, over and over, relentless.

Ariana’s legs shook, tears pricking the corners of her eyes from the intensity. Her thighs quivered in his grip, heels digging into his back, urging him even though she was already falling apart again.

“So sensitive,” he rasped, voice breaking. “Can feel you fluttering around me… not gonna last.”

She couldn’t answer, only whimpered, head thrown back as the second climax crashed through her without warning, harder than the first. Her walls clamped down, pulsing, milking him.

Adrian cursed, hips stuttering. One final thrust and he buried himself deep, spilling hot inside her with a low, shuddering groan.

They came together, locked tight, riding the waves until there was nothing left but trembling limbs and shared, gasping breaths.

He stayed inside her, hips still pressed flush, letting her hips down gently only when the last aftershock faded. Ariana lay boneless beneath him, eyes closed, a small, dazed smile curving her lips.

Adrian brushed damp silver strands from her face and pressed his forehead to hers.

“Still with me?” he whispered.

She managed a weak laugh. “Barely.”

Adrian sighed as he asked her, “I feel like I have drank some kind of aphrodisiac today, Ariana…or is it because we haven’t done it in a few days?”

The silver head raised her brows and much to her shock she felt him growing stiff again inside her.

Groaning, she said, “You will break me if we do it once again.”

Adrian sheepishly smiled as he pulled his thing out of her hole, his thick cum spilling as he pulled before he got up from the bed.

“Right sorry—” but just as he was about to move away, Ariana held his hand and told him.

“Wait for me here, I have something prepared.”

Adrian’s brows elevated as he nodded and sat back down.

Ariana pulled something from the bedside compartment and walked to the bathroom with her legs trembling visibly.

Adrian impatiently sat there, naked on the bed, waiting for what surprise she might have planned for him.

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