Return of the Legendary Runesmith-Chapter 550 - 549- Dear Bella**

The moonlight painted silver threads across the room, catching in Annabelle’s dark hair as it spilled over her shoulders. Adrian’s hands rested lightly at her waist, thumbs tracing slow, reverent circles over the thin cotton of her shirt. Their mouths met again—deeper this time, slower, like they were learning the shape of each other’s longing.

He pulled back just enough to speak, voice low and husky,

"You’re trembling," he murmured against her lips. "Is it too much, Bella?"

Annabelle shook her head, cheeks flushed. "No... it’s just... I’ve never felt like this before...so vulnerable yet safe." her voice was incredibly low and adorable.

Adrian’s gaze softened, dark eyes molten in the candlelight. He brushed the pad of his thumb along her jaw.

"Then let me keep seeing you," he whispered. "Every inch. Every breath."

His fingers found the hem of her shirt. He didn’t hasten his movement, knowing this was her first time. Instead he gathered the fabric slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel the deliberate drag of cotton against skin. When she lifted her arms, he peeled the shirt over her head with the same careful reverence one might use to unwrap something infinitely precious.

The garment fell forgotten to the sheets.

For a heartbeat he simply looked.

"God, Annabelle..." His voice cracked on her name. "Did you say you don’t have the charm of a woman."

He cupped her face first, kissed her again—soft and slightly hungry this time—then let his mouth trail down the column of her throat, tasting the flutter of her pulse. His hands slid to her ribs, warm palms gliding upward until they cradled the soft weight of her breasts.

"You’re perfect," he breathed against her collarbone. "So soft... so warm..."

Her eyes snapped open, not knowing how to react when her Darling was making her feel so many different sensations but all of them were pleasant.

His thumbs brushed over her nipples—gentle at first, then firmer when she arched into the touch with a small, surprised gasp. He circled slowly, teasing the peaks until they tightened under his attention.

"Tell me if it’s too much," he said, voice velvet and gravel at once. "Or tell me you want more."

"More," she managed, barely a whisper. She wanted to be touched more...touched by her Darling.

Adrian dipped his head.

The first touch of his mouth was almost worshipful—a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the upper curve of her breast. Then lower. His tongue traced a lazy spiral around one nipple before he drew it between his lips, gentle suction pulling a shaky moan from her throat.

"D-Dahling..." She whispered.

He hummed in response, the vibration traveling straight through her.

"So sweet," he murmured against her skin, switching to the other side. "I could stay here forever... just tasting you."

He sucked again, deeper this time, tongue flicking in soft, insistent strokes while his hand kneaded the breast he’d just left—warm, steady pressure that kept her anchored even as pleasure began to coil low in her belly.

Annabelle’s fingers threaded into his hair, wild and excited,; as though she needed to remind herself this was real.

Adrian lifted his head long enough to meet her eyes, lips glistening, pupils blown wide.

"Look at me," he said softly. "I want you to see how much I want this... how much I want you."

He kissed the valley between her breasts, then dragged his open mouth back up to claim her lips once more; deeper, hungrier, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

When he finally pulled back, both of them were breathing unevenly.

"Lie back for me, dear," he whispered, voice thick. "Let me love you properly."

His hands were already guiding her down onto the pillows, slow and careful, never breaking eye contact; as though he wanted to know how much he desired her.

Adrian guided her down until her back met the cool sheets, the candlelight dancing across her bare skin like liquid gold. He stayed above her for a moment, simply looking—memorizing the way her chest rose and fell, the faint flush that spread from her cheeks down her throat, the way her lips parted on shallow breaths.

"Bella...you are beautiful." He complimented, just straight from his heart.

The same girl who always remained hungry to be praised by her darling, couldn’t meet his eyes at the moment. Though, her curved lips explained how satisfied she was.

Then he began his descent.

He started with her mouth again; slow, drugging kisses that made her fingers curl into his shoulders.

From there he drifted lower: a lingering press of lips to the sensitive spot beneath her jaw, then the hollow of her throat where her pulse fluttered wildly. He kissed the delicate ridge of her collarbone as though it were sacred, tongue tracing the shallow dip before moving on.

"Every part of you is beautiful," he whispered against her sternum. "I want to taste it all."

His mouth found the upper swell of one breast again, then the soft underside, kissing slowly, with devotion.

He nuzzled the curve beneath, breathing her in, before trailing long, starving kisses down the center of her ribcage. When he reached her navel he paused—circled it with the tip of his tongue until she arched with a soft, surprised sound.

He smiled against her skin. "You like that?"

She could only nod, breath hitching.

Lower still.

He kissed the gentle rise of her stomach, the faint line where muscle met softness, worshipping every inch with unhurried devotion. His hands followed his mouth—warm palms sliding along her sides, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just above her hipbones.

When he reached the waistband of her soft cotton shorts, he looked up at her, eyes dark and questioning.

"May I?" he asked, voice rough with restraint.

"Yes," she breathed the permission she could only give it to this single man.

Adrian hooked his fingers beneath the elastic and drew the fabric down her thighs with the same slow care he’d used with her shirt—letting her feel every slide of cotton against skin, letting anticipation build.

When the shorts joined the discarded pile on the bed, he settled between her parted legs, palms resting warm and steady on the insides of her thighs.

He kissed the crease where thigh met hip. Then the other side. Soft, deliberate presses of lips that made her hips lift instinctively.

"So lovely here too," he murmured. "Is there anything not pretty about my Bella?"

One hand slid upward until his fingers brushed the delicate, silken folds between her legs. He didn’t rush. He traced the outer petals first, feather-light, learning her shape, feeling the way she bloomed beneath his touch.

Annabelle’s breath caught sharply.

Adrian looked up again, gaze locked with hers.

"Tell me if it’s too much, dear," he said softly. "Or tell me exactly how you like to be touched."

She swallowed, voice trembling. "Just... like that. Slow."

He obeyed.

His fingertips parted her gently, stroking along the slick, sensitive flesh with reverent care. When he found the small, swollen bud at the apex, he circled it; slow, lazy spirals that made her thighs tremble.

A low, broken moan spilled from her lips.

"That’s it," he whispered, voice thick with awe. "Let me hear you."

He dipped his head and pressed a single, gentle kiss to her most intimate place; soft, warm, worshipful. Then another. And another. Each one slower than the last until she was trembling beneath him, fingers knotted in the sheets.

His tongue followed; gentle laps, slow drags, tasting her like she was something rare and holy. All the while his fingers never stopped their tender exploration: stroking, circling, dipping just barely inside only to retreat and tease again.

Annabelle’s hips rocked helplessly, soft whimpers turning into longer, needier moans.

Adrian lifted his head just long enough to speak against her thigh.

"You taste sweet," he rasped. "But I won’t be satisfied with just this."

He rose to his knees and told her, "You complain I don’t see you as a woman. Mind checking now if that’s the case."

Annabelle’s gaze followed the motion instinctively. Her lips parted on a fresh, unsteady breath. Even in the candlelit dimness she could see how heavily he was aroused—how the material stretched taut over him, outlining every rigid inch.

He reached for her hand. Gently and while letting her know his intentions.

Guiding her fingers until they rested over the hard length of him.

The heat of him seared through the fabric.

Thick. Heavy. Throbbing faintly beneath her palm when she pressed just a little harder. A low groan rumbled in his chest the moment she touched him.

"See?" he murmured, voice fraying at the edges.

"This is what you do to me. Every time I look at you. Every time you throw yourself at me."

Annabelle’s fingers flexed instinctively—testing the shape of him, tracing the swollen head through cotton until he hissed softly between his teeth.

"Careful, Bella," he breathed, though he made no move to stop her. If anything he wanted to be touched more...explored more. "You keep doing that and I won’t last long enough to show you everything I want to."

"Then show me," she said, quieter than a whisper. "Please."

She has waited for this for quite long.

The only man who taught her so many things including the meaning of love.

The only person who makes her excited and calm at the same time.

And the only existence whom she could belong to.

She was finally going to become one with her Darling.

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A/N:- Thanks for reading.