Return of the Legendary Runesmith-Chapter 488 - 486- Wicked**

"This...was incredible." She breathed.

Adrian was heaving as well as he asked her, "You...aren’t tired, are you?"

His words were followed by a sudden jerk of his already hardening manhood inside her.

Raven flinched and then smiled, "Well, it would be unfair to end things here."

The next thing Adrian saw was his wife kneeling before him and wrapping her long hair in a bun.

Her lips were swollen from earlier kisses, parted slightly, still glistening. Those dark eyes, bottomless and hungry, lifted to meet his as she settled her palms on his thighs.

Adrian’s shaft, only half-softened, twitched against his stomach at the sight. He was still sensitive, still leaking the last of his release, a faint pearly bead crowning the tip.

Raven noticed; the corner of her mouth curved in that slow, wicked smile that always made his pulse kick.

She leaned in without hurry. First came the heat of her breath ghosting over him—warm, teasing—then the soft brush of her lips against the underside, a feather-light kiss that made him hiss through his teeth.

Her tongue followed, flat and slow, lapping up the mess they’d made together. She traced the thick vein along his length from base to tip in one languid stroke, tasting salt and sweetness, the faint musk of their sex still clinging to his skin.

Adrian’s hand lifted instinctively, fingers threading gently into the bun she’d made—not pulling, just resting there, feeling the silk of her hair against his palm.

"Gods, Querella..." His voice was rough, wrecked in the best way.

She hummed in answer, the vibration traveling straight through him as she took the head between her lips.

No rush. She sucked softly at first—just the tip—tongue swirling lazy circles around the sensitive slit, coaxing out every last drop while her hand wrapped around the base, stroking in slow, loose pulls.

Every movement was deliberate, indulgent. She let him slip deeper inch by inch, cheeks hollowing only when she wanted to, then relaxing again so he could feel the wet heat of her mouth without pressure.

Saliva glistened on her lips, on his shaft; she didn’t care that it dripped down her chin or that her mascara had smudged faintly at the corners of her eyes from earlier tears of pleasure. If anything, the slight disarray made her hotter—raw, undone, utterly focused on him.

She pulled back slowly until just the head rested on her tongue, then sank down again, taking him deeper this time. The soft, wet sounds of her mouth working him filled the quiet room, mingling with his low groans and the occasional crackle of candle wax.

Her breasts swayed gently with the motion, nipples still hard and dark, brushing the insides of his thighs now and then.

Raven’s eyes never left his. Even when she took him to the back of her throat—slow, controlled, swallowing around him so he felt the flutter of her muscles—she held his gaze, letting him see exactly how much she loved this: the taste of him, the weight on her tongue, the way his hips jerked involuntarily when she hummed again.

After a long, luxurious slide back up, she released him with a soft pop, lips shiny and red.

"Tell me, dear, what do you want?" she murmured, voice husky, a playful glint in her eyes as she stroked him slowly with her hand.

Her thumb circled the slick crown in a slow, maddening swirl. "Tell me."

Adrian’s head tipped back against the chair for a second, chest heaving. He was already building again—fast, too fast after the last round—manhood twitching hard in her grip, veins standing out, pre-cum beading steadily now and dripping down over her knuckles.

His fingers flexed in her hair, not pulling, just anchoring himself as the pleasure coiled tighter.

"Raven..." His voice came out rough, strained.

The desperation cracked through the teasing calm he’d held earlier. His thighs tensed under her palms, breath coming in short, ragged bursts.

She smiled—slow, satisfied, utterly wicked—and didn’t make him wait.

Raven leaned in and took him deep in one smooth glide, lips sealing tight around him as she swallowed him to the back of her throat.

No more teasing; she worked him with steady, purposeful rhythm—head bobbing in long, wet pulls, tongue pressing flat along the underside every time she rose.

One hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach, twisting lightly at the base.

Adrian groaned low and broken, hips bucking up into her warmth before he caught himself.

"Raven...ah...it feels great."

She hummed around him in answer, the vibration ripping a sharp curse from his throat. Her pace quickened just enough—sucking harder on the upstroke, tongue swirling ruthlessly over the head—until his whole body locked up. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Raven—I’m—" His warning dissolved into a choked groan as he came hard, pulsing thick and hot across her tongue. She didn’t pull away; she took every shuddering spurt, swallowing around him, milking him through it with slow, gentle pulls of her mouth until he was trembling, oversensitive, hips twitching with aftershocks.

Only then did she ease off, releasing him with a final soft, wet kiss to the tip. She licked her swollen lips clean, eyes never leaving his as she rose slowly to her feet, thighs still marked with the evidence of earlier, skin flushed and glowing in the candlelight.

Adrian slumped back in the chair, chest rising and falling hard, looking at her like she’d just unraveled him completely.

His eyes traced his wife moving toward the bathroom, her full hips swaying intentionally with each step, leaving him greedy for more.

She stopped at the threshold and glanced over her shoulder.

Raising her arm over her head, she leaned against the doorframe and asked coquettishly, "Mind joining me in the bath? I might need some assistance, dear."

Adrian didn’t need to think.

He left the chair and approached his wife.

Holding her from behind he led her into the bathing room and closed the door behind him.

What happened after that was a long cycle of getting dirty and cleaning each other up.

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A/N:- Thanks for reading.