Return of the Legendary Runesmith-Chapter 487 - 485- Take control**

The gallery outside was silent but if someone drew closer to the Queen’s chamber they would hear the moans of a certain woman in heat.

Warm candlelight flickers across the heavy drapes and spills golden pools over the wide bed.

Raven is bent forward at the very edge of the mattress, knees braced on the silk coverlet, black hair spilling wild down her back and brushing the sheets. Her palms press flat into the bedding, fingers curling every time Adrian drives in again.

He stands behind her, lean hips flush to her rear, one hand wrapped low around the dramatic curve of her waist while the other slides up the elegant arch of her spine, pressing just enough to keep her arched exactly how he wants.

Every slow, deliberate thrust sinks him deep; the wet sound of their bodies meeting is soft but unmistakable in the quiet room.

"Adrian..." she moaned, her voice making it hard for him to hold back.

Raven’s breath hitches—sharp little gasps that melt into low, throaty moans each time he bottoms out.

Her ample breasts sway beneath her with the rhythm, nipples tight and dark against the pale glow of candle flames. She pushes back to meet him, greedy, chasing the stretch and the pressure.

Adrian’s voice is low, almost a murmur against the shell of her ear when he leans over her slightly.

"Don’t hold your voice...I want to hear it all."

She answered with a sharp moan, when he squeezed her breast, knowing exactly where she was sensitive.

He doesn’t speed up yet—just keeps that measured, rolling pace that makes her thighs tremble and her moans pitch higher.

The hand on her waist slides forward, fingers spreading over the soft lower curve of her belly, holding her steady while he grinds in a slow circle, letting her feel every thick inch.

Raven’s head drops forward, hair curtaining her face.

"Harder," she breathes, voice wrecked and needy. "Please."

Adrian eases out of her with a slow drag that makes Raven shudder, her inner walls fluttering around the sudden emptiness. He steps back just enough to guide her upright, hands gentle but firm on her hips.

The candlelight catches the sheen of sweat on her skin as he turns her toward the ornate chair near the foot of the bed—wide, cushioned, velvet-covered.

He sits first, thighs spread, manhood still hard and glistening from her.

"Come here," he says, voice low and warm, a teasing edge curling the words. "Take the control however you want, love. Show me."

Raven’s breath catches. She steps between his legs, knees bracketing his hips. Her fingers curl around his shaft—hot, slick, pulsing in her grip—and she guides the head back to her entrance.

A soft gasp slips out the moment the thick crown parts her again, stretching her open as she sinks down inch by slow inch.

Her palms brace on his shoulders for balance. Black hair falls forward like a curtain as she settles fully, taking him to the hilt.

For a heartbeat they’re still—her forehead resting against his, breaths mingling—then she starts to move.

Slow at first. Rolling her hips in lazy circles, grinding down so the base of him presses right against her clit.

A quiet moan vibrates in her throat. She lifts until just the tip remains inside, then sinks back down with a deliberate slide that makes them both exhale sharply.

Adrian’s hands settle on her waist, not guiding, just holding—thumbs brushing the soft dip above her hips. He watches her face, the way her lips part, the flutter of her lashes.

"Guh, that’s it," he murmurs, teasing but tender. "Use me, Querella. Take what feels good."

She picks up the pace gradually—rising and falling in smooth, fluid strokes now, breasts bouncing softly with each drop.

The wet sound of her riding him fills the quiet room again, louder than the crackle of candle wicks. Her nails dig lightly into his shoulders as she finds the angle that hits deep and perfect, hips snapping a little harder.

She rides him with purpose, grinding her clit against his pelvis on every deep drop, chasing that tight coil building low in her belly.

Adrian’s hands slide to her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh just enough to help her lift and slam back down.

He meets her halfway—thighs flexing as he starts lifting his hips on her downstrokes, driving up into her with controlled, powerful thrusts that make her gasp each time he bottoms out.

"I-I am close...," she breathes, voice breaking on the words. Her nails rake lightly down his chest, leaving faint red lines.

Breasts bounce heavily with the force of their movements, nipples grazing his skin on every rise and fall.

He keeps the teasing edge gone now, replaced by raw focus—eyes locked on hers, lips parted, breath ragged. One hand slips between them, thumb finding her swollen clit and circling firm, steady pressure while he bucks up harder, matching her desperate pace.

Raven’s moans pitch higher, shorter—sharp, needy sounds that turn into whimpers. Her thighs start to shake, inner walls fluttering and clenching tight around him with every thrust.

"Adrian—" Her voice cracks, head tipping back, black hair cascading wild. "I’m—close—don’t stop—"

He doesn’t. He lifts his hips again, grinding deep and holding there for a heartbeat before pulling back just to slam up again, thumb pressing harder on her clit in tight, relentless circles.

Her whole body locks up—back arching, thighs clamping around his hips, a broken cry tearing from her throat as she comes hard.

Her pussy pulses around him in rhythmic waves, milking his shaft, slick heat flooding between them.

The sudden tight grip, the way she trembles and clenches, shoves him over the edge right with her.

Adrian groans low and rough, hips jerking up one last time as he buries himself deep. Heat pulses inside her in thick spurts—he comes hard, filling her while her aftershocks ripple around him, drawing out every shuddering wave.

They stay locked together for long seconds—her forehead dropping to his shoulder, his arms wrapping around her waist to hold her close while their breathing slows, ragged and synced.

"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.

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A/N:- Thanks for reading. Well, he is living a life.

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