Reawakening: Primordial Dragon with Limitless Mana-Chapter 241: Broken**

The chamber was quiet except for the soft, rhythmic slap of skin against skin and the low, broken sounds spilling from Beatrice's throat.

She was on her hands and knees in the center of her bed, back arched like a drawn bow, golden hair cascading over one shoulder.

Hades moved behind her, deep and deliberate, every slow thrust rolling through her body like a wave.

Their joining was slick, warm, the intimate sound of her body welcoming him soft but unmistakable, like a whispered secret each time he sank home.

Beatrice's fingers curled into the sheets.

"Hades…" she breathed, the name trembling on her lips.

He leaned over her, chest to her back, one hand sliding beneath her to cradle a swaying breast, the other threading through her hair to turn her face to him.

He kissed her, messy and deep, swallowing every moan as his hips kept that steady, devastating rhythm.

"My love," he murmured against her mouth, voice rough with reverence. "Feel how perfectly you take me."

She whimpered, pushing back to meet him, inner walls fluttering around him in sweet, helpless pulses.

Every drag of him inside her felt like fire and silk; every slow withdrawal left her aching to be filled again.

Sunlight painted their joined bodies in gold, sweat glistening, breath mingling.

There was no rush, only the endless, rising tide of pleasure they built together, stroke by perfect stroke, until the world blurred and there was nothing left but the two of them and the love that burned hotter than any flame.

Hades straightened behind her, hands sliding from her hips to her upper arms.

He gripped them tight, pulling her upright onto her knees so her back bowed and her breasts thrust forward.

The new angle drove him deeper.

Beatrice cried out, head falling back against his shoulder as he began to move faster, hard, claiming strokes that rocked her whole body.

Her breasts bounced freely with every thrust, nipples tight and aching in the cool air.

She could do nothing but take him, arms held firm in his grasp, completely open to every powerful snap of his hips.

"Hades… oh gods, yes—"

Her voice broke into breathless sobs of pleasure.

He growled against her neck, teeth grazing the skin there, pace turning relentless.

Each plunge dragged over that perfect spot inside her; each withdrawal left her clenching, desperate for more.

Water-slick sounds filled the room again, faster now, wetter, as her body rushed toward the edge.

"Beatrice," he rasped, tightening his hold on her arms, driving into her with everything he had.

"Come for me, Beatrice. Let me feel you."

One more deep, grinding thrust and she shattered.

Her cry echoed off the walls as her body seized, pulsing hard around him in long, milking waves.

Pleasure crashed over her in blinding and endless, breasts trembling with every shudder.

Hades followed with a low, guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and spilling hot inside her, hips jerking through every pulse until they were both spent.

He released her arms gently and she collapsed forward, trembling.

Hades folded over her instantly, wrapping her up in his arms, pressing soft kisses to her damp shoulder as their breathing slowly calmed. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Beatrice eased down onto her stomach between his thighs, still trembling from her own release.

Her eyes, soft, glowing, and utterly devoted, lifted to his as she pressed a tender kiss to his hip.

Hades exhaled, fingers threading gently through her hair while he watched her.

She trailed slow, open-mouthed kisses along the crease of his thigh, tasting salt and them together, until she reached his half-hard length, slick with her own arousal and his spend.

A quiet, hungry sound left her throat.

Her tongue slipped out, warm and velvet-soft, and she licked him from base to tip in one long, reverent stroke.

She savored every inch, cleaning him with slow, deliberate swirls, lips closing gently around the head to draw the last drops away.

Hades's breath hitched; his fingers tightened just slightly in her hair.

Beatrice hummed, the vibration making his cock twitch against her tongue.

She took him deeper, cheeks hollowing softly, sucking with lazy greed while her hand cupped him lower, stroking in the same unhurried rhythm.

He thickened in her mouth, growing heavy and rigid again, stretching her lips wider with every slow bob of her head.

She never rushed, just worshipped, eyes fluttering shut, lashes dark against flushed cheeks.

When he was fully hard once more, pulsing hot against her tongue, she pulled off with a soft, wet sound and rested her cheek on his thigh, gazing up at him.

"Look what you do to me," Hades murmured, voice rough with wonder, thumb brushing her swollen lower lip.

Beatrice's lips curved into a slow, wicked little smile, eyes glittering with new fire.

She rose up on her knees, hair tumbling wild over her shoulders, and swung one leg over his hips until she straddled him.

The head of his cock nudged her entrance; she paused there, letting him feel how wet she still was, how ready.

Hades's hands settled on her thighs, fingers flexing, but he didn't pull her down.

He waited, breath ragged, letting her take control.

Beatrice sank slowly, inch by torturous inch, until he was buried deep and her hips met his.

A soft, triumphant sigh left her lips.

Then she began to move.

Not bouncing, not yet.

She rolled her waist in tight, sinful circles, grinding her clit against him while her inner walls fluttered around his length.

Slow, deliberate, owning every throb she drew from him.

Hades groaned, low and helpless, head pressing back into the pillows.

His fingers dug into her thighs, but he didn't try to guide her; he surrendered.

She leaned forward, breasts brushing his chest, and kept that wicked roll going, faster now, lifting just enough to let him almost slip out before sinking back down in one smooth glide.

"Look at you," she whispered against his lips, echoing his earlier words. "So hard for me again…do you like me that much?"

Another deep grind and his hips jerked up involuntarily.

A strangled sound tore from his throat.

Beatrice smiled, dark and sweet, and rode him with her hips alone, slow, powerful waves that dragged pleasure from them both higher, claiming him completely with every circle, every clench, every breathless second she kept him on the edge.

Hades's patience snapped like a bowstring.

A growl rumbled curse tore from his chest; his hands clamped onto her hips hard enough to leave prints.

He planted his feet, thighs flexing, and surged upward, driving into her so deep her breath caught on a sharp cry.

Then he took over.

Powerful, punishing thrusts, hips snapping up again and again, meeting her halfway and beyond.

The bed rocked beneath them; the headboard knocked the wall in a frantic rhythm.

Beatrice's hands flew to his shoulders for balance, nails biting into muscle.

Every brutal stroke slammed pleasure through her core, forcing broken moans from her throat.

"Hades, ah, gods, yes—"

He didn't slow, didn't gentle.

He fucked her like a man possessed, eyes locked on hers, dark and wild.

"You are mine," he snarled between thrusts. "Everything about you is mine, Beatrice."

She could only cling to him, breasts jolting with every upward slam, head thrown back as the coil inside her wound impossibly tight again.

One more deep, grinding thrust and she shattered a second time, walls clamping down in fierce, milking pulses, a silent scream on her lips.

Hades followed instantly, burying himself to the hilt with a hoarse shout, spilling hot and endless inside her as her body shook with the force of it.

They collapsed together, gasping, slick with sweat, hearts thundering in the same frantic beat.

He stayed inside her, arms wrapping tight, holding her like he'd never let go.

Only when their breathing finally slowed did he press a trembling kiss to her damp forehead.

"Did I hurt you?"

The woman smiled, though wearily she shook her head and said, "No, that wasn't painful but surely, my body is going to ache later. That was amazing, Hades."

The man smiled and planted another kiss before saying, "I love you, Beatrice."

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A/N:- Thanks for reading.