Having a wife who could look hot and beautiful at the same time could take your breath away.

He lay back on the bed, utterly mesmerized, his hands resting gently on her swaying hips as she moved above him like a goddess in the soft glow of the lamplight.

Her skin was flushed a delicate rose, glowing with the heat of their passion, and her full breasts swayed rhythmically with every roll of her body, drawing his eyes in helpless adoration.

She rode him with such graceful power, her hips circling and grinding in a slow, intoxicating rhythm that made his breath catch in his throat.

"My love," he whispered, his voice husky and tender, fingers tracing reverent patterns along her waist. "Is this way of punishing me...since it’s working."

Raven smirked at that.

She leaned forward slightly, her hair cascading around them like a veil, and he reached up to cup her face, pulling her down for a deep, lingering kiss.

Their bodies moved together in perfect sync, the slick heat of her enveloping him completely with every downward glide.

He groaned softly against her lips, his heart swelling with overwhelming love and pleasure.

"You feel like heaven," he murmured, breaking the kiss to gaze into her eyes, his thumbs brushing her flushed cheeks. "Every time you move... it’s like you’re claiming my soul all over again."

Her breaths came quicker now, her hips picking up a more urgent pace, grinding down with delicious pressure that sent sparks of pleasure racing through him.

With her eyes dark, she muttered, "Can’t decide whether it’s your length or your words going to drive me insane..."

He could feel her tightening around him, her body trembling with building ecstasy.

Her breasts brushed against his chest with each sway, nipples hardened and sensitive, and the sight of her lost in the moment; flushed, glowing, utterly surrendered to their connection, it drove him closer to the edge right along with her.

"Querella," he breathed, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of her neck while the other gripped her hip, guiding her without rushing.

Her movements grew more insistent, her moans soft and sweet, body arching as the pleasure coiled tighter inside her, teetering on the brink.

He matched her pace perfectly, thrusting up to meet every downward grind of her hips with deep, steady strokes that filled the room with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their bodies colliding; soft slaps of skin on skin mingled with her quickening breaths and his low, heartfelt groans.

Her hips rolled faster now, circling and bouncing with urgent need, and he rose to meet her, his hands firmly guiding her waist as he drove into her slick heat again and again.

Her flushed skin glistened under the lamplight, breasts swaying heavily with every passionate movement, nipples tight and begging for his touch.

He sat up slightly, wrapping one arm around her back to pull her closer, their chests pressing together as he buried himself deeper inside her with each thrust.

"Aahnn!" The intense friction built rapidly, her inner walls fluttering and clenching around him, drawing him in with desperate pulses.

She rode him harder, her body trembling as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter within her.

He kept perfect rhythm, hips snapping up to bury himself to the hilt each time she came down, the slick sounds growing louder and more frantic, echoing through the room like a symphony of their shared desire.

Her moans rose in pitch, sweet and breathless, her head falling back as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

With a final, shuddering grind of her hips, she came undone—her body arching sharply, inner muscles gripping him in powerful, rhythmic spasms as her orgasm swept through her.

"Aaaahhh!" She cried out softly, trembling in his arms, her flushed skin glowing and her breasts heaving against his chest while he held her close, still moving through her climax with deep, loving thrusts to prolong every pulse of her pleasure.

He held her close as her orgasm faded, her body still trembling with aftershocks in his arms.

Soft, breathless sighs escaped her lips while he pressed gentle kisses to her flushed neck and shoulder, giving her a few precious moments to catch her breath.

Her heart pounded against his chest, their skin slick and glowing with shared heat.

"That....nearly drove me insane..." She muttered, couldn’t believe she just experienced something so amazing

He chuckled and slow, he eased out of her with tender care, drawing a soft whimper from her.

Without a word, he scooped her up effortlessly, one arm beneath her knees and the other supporting her back.

She looked at him innocently then decided to just let him guide her wherever he wanted.

She nestled against him, her head resting on his shoulder as he carried her from the bedroom into the adjoining bathroom.

The air there was warmer, faintly scented with jasmine and rose from the prepared bath.

He stepped down into the large bathing pool, the water enveloping them like liquid silk—perfectly warm, just below their heated skin temperature, steaming gently around their bodies.

Tiny ripples spread outward as he lowered himself to sit on the smooth underwater bench, settling her comfortably in his lap facing him.

The water lapped at her breasts, making them glisten and float buoyantly against his chest, her sensitive nipples brushing his skin with every subtle movement.

Their bodies, still flushed and burning from passion, contrasted beautifully with the soothing warmth of the pool.

Droplets clung to her flushed skin, tracing lazy paths down her curves as steam rose around them.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close, their heartbeats gradually slowing together in the tranquil water.

Her legs draped naturally around his hips beneath the surface, their most intimate places now nestled softly together in the gentle embrace of the pool.

"You’re breathtaking, my love," he murmured, brushing damp strands of hair from her face with reverent fingers. "I don’t know how many times I need to remind myself that this beautiful woman belongs to me."

Querella giggled sweetly, and then asked with a tilt of her head, "Ask me how many times you want, the answer won’t change." She leaned closer and rested her forehead against him before whispering, "I will always belong to you."

Just then, his little prince gave an involuntary flinch, making her hum.

Adrian grew flustered as he averted his gaze.

With a smirk, Raven leaned back and took a hold of his member, "Now, let me help you relieve some stress."

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A/N:- Sex Chapter ends here. Don’t wanna drag things and keep the story away from the plot.

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