Return of the Legendary Runesmith-Chapter 551 - 550- Worship**

Annabelle’s fingers trembled only a little as they drifted downward, brushing first over the taut plane of his stomach, then lower still. The fabric of his trousers had already been loosened, pushed aside just enough.

When her palm finally met the warm, hard length of him, she paused, breath catching at the velvet heat beneath her touch.

Adrian went very still beneath her.

She wrapped her fingers slowly around him, exploratory, almost careful. The skin was smooth and fever-hot; she could feel the steady throb of his pulse against her palm.

Her movements were hesitant at first, a gentle glide upward, then down again, learning the shape of him, the way he thickened further under her uncertain strokes.

He exhaled through his nose, a soft, controlled sound. One hand came up to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading gently through her hair, his eyes half-lided

"Go on, don’t be hesitant," he murmured, voice low and thick with something tender.

She glanced up at him through her lashes. His eyes were hazy and drunk, dark with want, yet impossibly soft.

"I don’t know...I might hurt you," she whispered.

"You couldn’t." His thumb brushed the shell of her ear. "Don’t worry, Bella...just do what you want."

Encouraged, she stroked him again, firmer this time, watching his jaw tighten, watching the way his chest rose on a deeper breath. The sight of him responding to her touch sent a fresh wave of heat curling low in her belly.

Then, without giving herself time to second-guess, she leaned down.

Her lips brushed the tip first, tentative, tasting salt and warmth. Adrian sucked in a quiet breath.

"Annabelle..."

She didn’t answer with words. Instead she opened her mouth and took him in, slow and careful, letting her tongue flatten along the underside as she slid down just a few inches.

She has read, not as a past time but to know what she could do to please her Darling. And those books didn’t lie. The way he responded...she knew she was doing great.

The weight of him against her tongue felt foreign and intoxicating all at once. She hollowed her cheeks experimentally, drawing a low, ragged groan from deep in his throat.

His hand in her hair tightened for a heartbeat, then relaxed again, stroking instead of holding.

"God, Bella," he breathed. "That’s...punishing. Just like that."

She moved again, tentative bobs of her head, lips sealed around him, tongue swirling softly. Every small sound he made, every hitch in his breathing, felt like permission. Like praise.

Adrian never pushed, never thrust. He simply let her set the rhythm, let her explore at her own pace. When she grew bolder, taking him deeper, his other hand found hers on his thigh and laced their fingers together, squeezing gently.

"You’re doing so beautifully," he whispered, voice rough with restraint. "Keep going, Bella."

She hummed around him in answer, the vibration pulling another soft curse from his lips, his restraint almost snapping. His hips lifted the tiniest fraction, instinctive, then stilled again as though he were reminding himself to stay gentle for her.

"Whenever you want to stop," he said quietly, even as his thumb traced soothing circles over her knuckles, "just stop. I’m right here and the night is ours."

But she didn’t stop.

Not yet.

She wanted to keep giving him this, this slow unraveling. She wanted to keep worshiping him, keep pleasing the man of her dreams. And from the way his breaths grew uneven, from the way his fingers trembled just slightly in hers, she knew he understood.

Annabelle felt the change in him first—the way his thighs tensed beneath her palms, the subtle tremor that ran through his frame, the way his breathing turned ragged and shallow.

She didn’t slow down.

If anything, she took him deeper, lips sliding further along his length until the head brushed the back of her throat.

Her tongue pressed flat and firm, swirling with every slow retreat, then curling tight on the way back down.

Her eyes were wet. She wasn’t used to this. She nearly gagged many times but her eagerness to hear more of her Darling...to make him feel better subdued all those sensations and she kept going.

She hollowed her cheeks harder now, sucking with steady, insistent pulls that made his hips jerk once—small, helpless—before he forced them still again.

"Annabelle... love, I’m close," Adrian managed, voice strained and reverent all at once. His fingers tightened in her hair, not pulling, just holding on like she was the only thing keeping him tethered. "You don’t have to... I’m going to—"

She hummed around him in answer, letting the vibration ripple through him. Her eyes flicked up to meet his—dark, wide, shining with something fierce and tender—and she didn’t pull away. Instead she sank down again, taking as much of him as she could.

Adrian’s head fell back against the headboard with a soft thud. A low, broken sound escaped him.

"God... you’re... I can’t—"

His warning dissolved into a shuddering groan as the first pulse hit her tongue—hot, thick, sudden.

She didn’t flinch. She sealed her lips tighter and swallowed around him, slow and vivid, taking every heavy spurt as it came.

Her throat worked visibly, accepting him fully, greedily, like it was something sacred he was giving her.

Adrian’s hand trembled where it cradled her head. His other fingers laced through hers on his thigh, squeezing hard enough to bruise as wave after wave rolled through him. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

He didn’t thrust, didn’t force; just let her have him completely, let her draw out every last shudder until he was spent, twitching softly against her tongue.

When the last pulse finally ebbed, she stayed there a moment longer; lips still wrapped around him, tongue gently laving the sensitive head, coaxing the final drops with soft, worshipful strokes. Only then did she ease back slowly, letting him slip from her mouth with a quiet, wet sound.

A thin thread of saliva and release connected her lower lip to him for a heartbeat before it broke.

She looked up at him.

Adrian’s chest heaved. His eyes were glassy, stunned, utterly undone. He reached for her with both hands, thumbs brushing the corners of her mouth where a faint sheen still glistened.

"You..." His voice cracked. He swallowed, tried again. "You took all of me."

She nodded once, small and happy. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen and slick, but her gaze never wavered.

"I wanted to," she whispered. "I wanted every part of you."

He made a soft, almost pained sound and pulled her up into his arms in one fluid motion, crushing her against his chest.

His mouth found hers—open, desperate, tasting himself on her tongue without hesitation. When he finally broke the kiss it was only to press his forehead to hers, breathing hard.

"Bella," he murmured against her lips. "I...really want you."

Annabelle smiled nestling closer until her heartbeat thrummed against his.

"Please guide me, Darling," she said simply.

Annabelle shifted in his arms until she could rise onto her knees again. She straddled him properly now, thighs bracketing his hips, the heat of her core hovering just above where he still lay thick and slick from her mouth.

Adrian’s hands found her waist immediately, steadying her, thumbs stroking the soft skin there in slow, reassuring circles.

"Easy, Bella," he whispered, voice still rough from what she’d just given him. "We go as slow as you need."

She nodded, cheeks flushed, eyes locked on his. Her fingers wrapped around him once more, gentle, familiar now, and guided the flushed head to her entrance. She was slick with want, aching from every touch and taste that had come before. The first press of him against her made her breath catch.

He felt impossibly large like this, blunt and hot, but the way he looked at her—dark eyes soft with patience and hunger—made her want to take all of him anyway.

She sank down an inch. Then another.

A soft whimper slipped from her lips as the thick head stretched her open. Adrian’s grip on her hips tightened just enough to help support her weight, but he didn’t push. He let her control every slow descent.

"Breathe for me, Bella," he murmured, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb brushing her nipple in soothing strokes. "You’re doing so great. Just like that."

She exhaled shakily and sank lower. The stretch burned sweetly, full and deep, until half of him was buried inside her. Her nails dug lightly into his shoulders; she paused there, trembling, adjusting to the overwhelming sense of him filling her.

Adrian groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through both of them.

"God, you feel..." He swallowed hard, eyes fluttering closed for a second before opening again to find hers. "So perfect around me. So warm."

Encouraged, she rocked her hips in tiny, experimental movements, taking him deeper with each careful roll. His hands guided her now, gentle pressure, never forcing, helping her find the angle that made her gasp softly every time he pressed against that sensitive place inside.

When she was almost there, she paused again, breathing fast, forehead resting against his.

"Almost," she whispered.

"I’ve got you," he promised, voice thick with emotion. One arm wrapped around her lower back, supporting her fully, while his other hand slid between them. His thumb found her clit; slow, feather-light circles that made her hips jerk forward on instinct.

The sudden spark of pleasure tipped her over the edge of hesitation.

With a soft, broken moan she sank the rest of the way down, taking him to the hilt in one smooth, deep glide.

They both froze for a heartbeat.

Adrian’s head fell forward until his lips brushed her collarbone. A shudder ran through him.

"Darling..." She called out, almost like a prayer, "We are...we are one now."