Reawakening: Primordial Dragon with Limitless Mana-Chapter 239: Tasting her**

The soft, amber glow of the morning sun spilled through the window, warming the quiet room with a gentle, golden haze.

Beatrice stood by the small counter, her slender fingers lightly brushing the rim of a porcelain cup as she brewed tea for the man she adored. Her long, golden hair—still slightly damp from her bath—clung to her neck and collarbone, each strand shimmering like liquid sunlight.

She didn't hear his footsteps, but she felt him—

a familiar heat, a presence that wrapped around her before his arms ever did.

Strong hands slipped around her waist, pulling her back into the solid warmth of his chest. A slow breath ghosted over her skin before a pair of hot, possessive lips found her neck.

Her breath hitched.

"Nngh…" The small sound escaped her before she could swallow it, her eyes fluttering shut. "H-Hades… let me at least finish preparing the tea for you…"

But Hades didn't loosen his hold.

If anything, he tightened it.

His lips trailed lower, each kiss heavier than the last, burning a path down her neck. One hand moved to her shoulder, brushing her damp hair aside as he tugged at her thin strap—slowly, deliberately—letting it slip down her arm.

Her skin shivered under the cool air, only to flare again when his mouth claimed the newly exposed spot. He left a long, bruising kiss against her shoulder, his breath warm and hungry.

"Tea can wait," he murmured against her skin, his voice deep, low, and thick with desire.

"Right now…" His fingers curled around her hip, pulling her fully against him.

"…I demand only to taste you, Beatrice."

Hades spun her slowly, like he was savoring every second.

Her back left the counter; the teapot forgotten.

Golden hair stuck to her flushed cheeks as she faced him.

For one heartbeat they just stared: his dark eyes burning, her lips already parted and trembling.

Then he crashed into her.

His mouth took hers hard, hungry, no gentle start. Tongue sliding in, claiming every breath she tried to take. Beatrice moaned into the kiss, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging through his shirt.

One of his big hands cupped the back of her neck, holding her exactly where he wanted.

The other slid down her side, over the curve of her waist, then lower, gripping her hip and yanking her tight against him so she felt every inch of how hot and hard he was.

Hades broke the kiss only long enough to grab her hips with both hands.

In one smooth move he lifted her, strong and easy, like she weighed nothing.

Beatrice gasped as her bottom met the cool marble counter, the cold stone shocking against her bare thighs.

He stepped between her knees, forcing them wide, pressing himself close so she could feel the heat pouring off him.

His mouth found hers again, deeper this time, wet and wild, stealing her air.

Hands slid up her sides, dragging the silk nightdress with them.

He peeled it slowly, kissing every new inch of skin he uncovered: her ribs, the curve under her breast, the soft swell above.

When the fabric caught on her shoulders he growled, impatient, and tugged it over her head in one rough pull.

It fell to the floor, forgotten.

Hades's lips dropped to her neck, sucking hard, marking her while his hands cupped her bare breasts, thumbs brushing over stiff peaks until she arched and cried out.

"Can't get enough of you," he rasped against her throat, voice raw.

Beatrice could only cling to him, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, needing more, needing everything.

He dragged his lips down her throat, slow, hungry, tasting every inch like he had all morning.

When he reached her chest he paused, eyes dark and savage.

One hand cupped her breast, lifting it to his mouth.

He licked a slow, wet circle around her nipple, teasing, then closed his lips and sucked hard.

Beatrice's head fell back with a shaky moan, fingers threading into his hair.

He switched to the other breast, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp, then soothing with soft licks until she was trembling.

Open-mouthed kisses trailed down the center of her stomach, tongue dipping into her navel, making her hips jerk.

"H-Hades.." she moaned, anticipation building.

He sank to his knees between her legs, gaze locked on hers the whole way down.

When he was level with her core, he exhaled, warm breath brushing over her slick heat.

Beatrice whimpered, thighs trembling.

Hades smiled, wicked and reverent at once.

"Beautiful," he murmured, voice rough with desire.

Then he leaned in, pressed a single soft kiss right at the top of her folds, and let her feel how much he wanted to devour her.

Hades didn't rush.

He parted her with his thumbs, slow and gentle, then dragged his tongue up her center in one long, flat lick.

Beatrice cried out, back arching off the counter.

"Oh god… Hades…"

He groaned against her, the vibration making her thighs shake.

Another slow lick, greedy lick, then he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing, never quite giving her what she needed yet.

His hands slid up her body again, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers while his mouth stayed on her.

He sucked her clit softly, flicked it fast, then sucked again slow, driving her crazy.

"Hades… please…" she whimpered, hips rocking toward his face.

He looked up, eyes narrowed with testing.

"Please what, love?" he murmured, breath hot against her.

"Tell me."

"Don't stop… I need more…"

Her voice broke on a moan when he suddenly sucked her clit hard and pushed two fingers deep inside her.

He curled them just right, stroking that spot that made her see stars, tongue never leaving her clit.

Faster now, relentless, licking and sucking and fingering until her legs locked around his shoulders.

"I'm— Hades, I'm—"

"Come for me, Beatrice," he growled against her, pinching her nipples at the same moment he sucked her clit one last time.

She shattered.

A broken cry tore from her throat as she came hard, pulsing around his fingers, flooding his tongue.

He kept licking her gently through every wave, drawing it out until she was shaking and gasping his name like a prayer.

Hades stayed on his knees, lips brushing soft, lazy kisses along her trembling thighs while the last shivers rolled through her.

Beatrice's head was still tipped back, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

Her fingers loosened in his hair, stroking now instead of pulling.

He rose slowly, trailing his mouth up her body again, soft kisses over her belly, between her breasts, the hollow of her throat, until he reached her lips.

This kiss was different: slow, deep, tasting herself on his tongue.

She sighed into it, arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer.

Hades gathered her against his chest, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other stroking down her bare spine.

"You're shaking," he whispered, lips brushing her temple.

Beatrice pouted, breathless and shaky. "Your fault."

He smiled against her skin. "Good."

She tucked her face into his neck, breathing him in, legs still loosely wrapped around his waist.

Finally she lifted her head, cheeks flushed, eyes bright.

"I really was trying to make you tea, you know."

Hades chuckled, low and fond. "I got something far sweeter."

She bit her lip, suddenly shy even after everything, and he kissed the corner of her mouth, gentle.

*Hisss*

Just then, they heard the teapot hissing, steam blowing out.

Hades exhaled a sigh and shifted to the left to turn off the heat…when suddenly, he felt his pants being tugged.

He looked down and was surprised to see Beatrice kneeling there, her fingers slowly unbuttoning his lower.

Hades hummed, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Beatrice shyly averted her gaze as she answered, "I have never done this but I want to."

Hades chuckled before he turned off the stove and stood still, giving her the freedom to do whatever she wanted.

Beatrice's fingers trembled just a little as she hooked them into his waistband and eased his trousers down.

The fabric slid past his hips and pooled at his feet.

His manhood strained against the dark cloth of his underwear, thick and heavy, the outline alone making her breath catch.

She leaned in, nose brushing the warm cotton, and inhaled, deep, slow, letting his raw, masculine scent flood her senses. A soft whimper slipped out of her.

Hades's hand settled gently in her hair, not pushing, just resting there.

Beatrice pressed a shy kiss to the clothed length, then another, lips lingering over the heat of him.

Finally she tucked her fingers under the waistband and pulled.

His shaft sprang free, hard and huge, curving up toward his stomach.

The sight made her mouth water; the bead of moisture at the tip glistened in the morning light.

She stared for a heartbeat, cheeks burning, then looked up at him through her lashes.

"So big…" she whispered, almost to herself.

Hades exhaled a rough laugh, thumb brushing her cheek.

"Only if you want it, love."

Beatrice answered by tucking her hair strands behind her ear and leaning forward to take him.

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A/N:- Thanks for reading.