The palace was empty, not a single soul in sight.

Usually, the reception hall where maids move about during the day, going on about their work, was currently filled with the sound of moans and sighs.

Two love birds, entangled in each others’s arms, currently could be seen engaged in a heated kiss.

The palace echoed with nothing but the wet, desperate sounds of their mouths devouring each other.

Adrian’s strong arms hooked under Querella’s thighs, lifting her effortlessly off the ground as he strode forward through the empty reception hall.

Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, ankles locked behind his back, while her open shirt hung loosely off her shoulders, exposing her heaving chest.

She clutched his face with both hands, fingers digging into his jaw and hair, pulling him deeper into the loving kiss.

Their tongues slid and tangled, hot and slick, exchanging hungry moans that vibrated straight down to his core.

Adrian groaned into her mouth, his fingers sinking hard into the soft flesh of her thighs, squeezing possessively as he carried her like she weighed nothing.

"... Querella," he growled against her lips, voice hoarse.

He slammed her back against the cold marble wall without warning. The impact ripped a sharp, needy moan from her throat.

Her back arched, pushing her breasts harder against his chest as he pinned her there, hips grinding his rock-hard bulge right between her spread thighs.

Adrian tore his mouth from hers and attacked her neck like a starving man.

His lips sucked hard on her pulse point, teeth grazing, then biting down just enough to make her cry out.

He licked the sting away only to suck again, marking her skin with wet, possessive pulls while one hand kept her thigh lifted high, fingers bruising into her flesh.

"Ahh—Adrian!" Querella moaned loudly, head falling back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut in raw pleasure.

Her hips rolled shamelessly against him, chasing friction as his mouth ravaged her throat—kissing, licking, biting, sucking—leaving a trail of dark, glistening hickeys down the side of her neck.

Her fingers twisted tighter in his hair, pulling him closer, her breath coming in broken, filthy whimpers.

The wet sounds of his mouth on her skin mixed with her desperate moans, echoing through the silent hall.

She was soaked already, grinding her aching core against the thick ridge of his cock through their clothes, lost in the heat and hunger of his body pinning her helplessly to the wall.

Adrian’s mouth was still latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave another blooming mark, when he suddenly pulled back.

Querella whimpered at the loss, but before she could protest, he spun her around in his arms and carried her across the hall with long, urgent strides.

He swept the long dining table clear with one powerful arm—plates and silverware clattering to the floor—then laid her down on the polished wood like she was his personal feast.

Her open shirt fell completely open and revealing her full breasts, glistening with sweat and the marks of worshipping.

Adrian stood between her spread legs, eyes dark with raw hunger as he drank in the sight of her.

"If only I could capture this moment...you look breathtaking." he sighed, voice thick with lust and admiration

His hands slid down her body, gripping the waistband of her pants. In one swift, impatient motion, he yanked them down her legs just enough to bare her completely, tossing the fabric aside.

Her underwear was soaked with her juices, glistening under the pale light of the hallway.

Adrian crouched at the edge of the table, hooking her thighs over his broad shoulders. He started slow, worshiping her like a man possessed.

His lips brushed feather-light kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, then harder, open-mouthed kisses that turned into wet sucks and gentle bites.

He licked long stripes up the soft flesh, tasting her, marking her, his hot breath fanning over her dripping core.

Querella’s back arched off the table, a broken moan spilling from her lips. "Adrian... please..."

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

Then his mouth moved higher. He pressed a slow, devoted kiss directly onto her sex.

"Ahh—nngh!" Querella cried out, her hands flying to his hair, fingers twisting tight as her hips bucked shamelessly against his face. "Adrian... oh god, yes—"

He growled against her, the sound pure animal, and kissed her pussy harder; long, passionate presses of his lips, slow drags of his tongue, sucking her clit through the ruined panties until the fabric was drenched and clinging transparently to her folds.

One hand gripped her thigh possessively, spreading her wider, while the other slid up to squeeze and knead her breast, pinching her nipple.

Her moans grew louder, filthier, echoing through the empty palace as she writhed on the table, completely lost in the wet heat of his worship. "Don’t stop... please, I am close..."

Adrian kept devouring her like a man thirsty for ages, his mouth working her soaked panties with filthy, relentless hunger.

He sucked her swollen clit through the drenched fabric, tongue flicking fast and hard while two thick fingers pushed the material aside and sank deep into her dripping pussy.

He curled them instantly, stroking that perfect spot inside her with every thrust.

Querella’s moans turned into desperate, broken cries. "Adrian—ah, right there—don’t stop, I’m so close—!"

He growled against her cunt, the vibrations pushing her over the edge. His free hand gripped her hip hard, holding her in place as he sucked and fingered her faster, wet obscene sounds filling the hall.

Her orgasm hit like lightning.

Querella’s back arched violently off the table, her entire body seizing as pleasure tore through her.

"Ahhhhh—Adrian!!" she screamed, thighs clamping around his head, nails raking deep gouges into the polished wood on either side of her.

Her womanhood clenched and fluttered wildly around his fingers, gushing hot and slick against his tongue as wave after wave crashed over her.

She trembled uncontrollably, hips jerking, breasts bouncing with every ragged breath, her loud, shameless moans echoing off the palace walls.

Adrian didn’t stop until he’d wrung every last shudder from her, licking her slowly through the aftershocks, savoring every drop.

Only when her body finally went limp and boneless on the table did he rise. His lips and chin were shiny with her juices, eyes burning with dark lust as he looked down at her wrecked, flushed form; shirt wide open, panties still in place, now nearly transparent.

He leaned over her, one hand gently brushing sweat-damp hair from her face, voice low as he asked her,

"Want me to carry you to the room?"