Reawakening: Primordial Dragon with Limitless Mana-Chapter 240: Lost in love and lust**

Despite it being morning a certain couple couldn't resist giving in their passion as they continued to indulge in love and lust right in the Queen's chamber.

Beatrice was kneeling before him, his rock hard shaft right before her face. His intoxicating fragrance was everything she could focus on right now.

Her hand moved in tiny, slow strokes, just the head slipping between her loose fingers while her tongue traced the ridge beneath.

She hummed at the heat, the velvet over steel, and the sound vibrated against him.

Hades's fingers stayed gentle in her hair, stroking lovingly.

Beatrice opened wider, taking the crown into her mouth.

Warm and wet.

She sucked softly, cheeks hollowing, then pulled back until only the tip rested on her tongue.

A low groan rumbled from his chest.

She did it again, deeper this time, lips stretching around his thickness.

Her tongue swirled slow circles while her hand kept the same lazy rhythm below.

Up… swirl… down… swirl…

Every time she sank lower she took a little more, eyes fluttering shut, lashes dark against flushed cheeks.

Saliva slicked her lips, made everything shine.

She pulled off with a soft pop, licked a long, wet stripe from base to tip, then traced every vein with the flat of her tongue like she was memorizing him.

"Beatrice…" His voice cracked on her name.

She looked up, lips swollen and glossy, and smiled, somewhat proud of her performance.

Then she took him deep again, hollowing her cheeks, hand and mouth moving together now, slow but steady, worshipful.

Hades's head fell back for a moment, throat bobbing.

When he looked down again his eyes held the blaze

Hades's hand tightened in her golden hair, no longer just resting, claiming.

He pulled her forward, slow but firm, until her lips stretched wide around him and the head nudged the back of her throat.

"Don't stop," he growled, voice rough with hunger.

Beatrice moaned around his cock, the sound muffled and desperate.

Her proud shoulders softened; the regal tilt of her chin melted away.

The queen who commanded armies was on her knees now, mouth full, eyes watering, and loving every second of it.

She pulled back only to breathe, then sank down again, deeper, faster, letting him guide her.

Her full breasts swayed with every bob of her head, nipples hard and brushing his thighs.

One of her hands slipped between her own legs.

Fingers found her soaked folds and she rubbed tight circles over her clit, hips rocking shamelessly.

A broken whimper vibrated through his cock as she sucked him harder.

Hades hissed, hips rolling forward, fucking her mouth in shallow thrusts.

Hades grinned down at her seeing her pleasuring herself, "Look at you, My Queen, can't help it, can you?"

Beatrice's cheeks burned, but she only took him deeper, tears of effort glittering in her eyes, fingers moving faster between her thighs.

Hades's grip turned iron-tight.

His hips snapped forward once, twice, driving deep into the wet heat of her mouth.

"Beatrice, I-" he was about to pull back as he felt his limit nearing.

But suddenly, she leaned forward and didn't let him remove his shaft from her wet lips.

Her fingers plunged inside herself, two now, curling hard while her thumb ground against her clit.

Her breasts jolted with every rough thrust he gave her mouth, nipples brushing his skin, sending sparks straight to her core.

Hades's thighs locked.

He pulled her down hard and held her there, cock pulsing against her tongue as he came with a guttural groan, thick, hot spurts flooding her mouth.

Beatrice swallowed greedily, eyes rolling back.

The taste of him, the feel of him losing control, it broke her.

She shattered a heartbeat later, thighs clamping around her own fingers, hips jerking against her hand.

A muffled cry vibrated around his still-spasming cock as she came hard, wetness coating her thighs, dripping onto the floor beneath her.

They stayed locked like that: him buried in her mouth, her trembling through the aftershocks, both breathing ragged and synced.

Only when the last shudder left her did Hades ease out, slow and gentle.

A thin string of saliva and cum connected her swollen lips to his tip for a second before it broke.

Beatrice looked up at him, flushed, wrecked, utterly satisfied, and gave a tiny, dazed smile.

Hades lifted her like she was made of light and carried her the few steps to the wide, sun-warmed window seat.

He sat first, pulling her into his lap so she straddled him, chest to chest, her bare skin against his open shirt and heated skin.

Beatrice melted against him, forehead to his shoulder, arms looping loosely around his neck.

Her breath still came in little shivers; every exhale trembled across his collarbone.

He stroked her back in long, slow sweeps, from the curve of her spine to the soft dip just above her hips.

Beatrice nuzzled closer, nose tracing the line of his jaw.

She could taste herself on his skin, him on her own lips; the mingled scent of them filled the quiet room.

His hands never stopped moving: fingertips drawing idle circles on her back, then sliding up to cradle her head, thumbs stroking just behind her ears.

Beatrice shivered slightly as she said, "I feel so sensitive right now…"

Hades chuckled, "I hope it's not an unpleasant feeling."

The woman looked at him tenderly. Her gaze remained locked on his for a few moments before she confessed, "I love…every thing about us, Hades…to the point I believe I might get obsessed with it."

Hades smiled at her, "Then get obsessed since neither I am going anywhere nor my feelings for you."

Beatrice lowered her gaze, uncertainty filling in them. And Hades could guess what she must be feeling

She had already accepted a man as her partner only to lose him after a few months. For her to feel insecure was justified.

"Alright now, let's get ourselves washed, shall we?" Hades said as he picked her up in his arms and headed towards the bathroom.

Beatrice giggled as she hugged his neck and snuggled in his chest.

Entering the bathroom, Hades stepped into the bathing pool and lowered himself and the woman in his arms.

Warm water lapped around them as Hades settled into the deep bathing pool, Beatrice still cradled in his arms.

He let her slide down slowly until she straddled his lap, knees sinking into the soft wooden floor on either side of his hips. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The moment her chest met his, she sighed and found his mouth.

This kiss wasn't gentle.

It was slow, deep, hungry, tongues sliding together like they were trying to crawl inside each other.

Beatrice rolled her hips, seeking, and felt him already hard again beneath her.

Hades groaned into her mouth, hands gripping her waist, guiding that lazy grind.

Water sloshed softly with every rock of her body.

She broke the kiss only to breathe, forehead pressed to his.

"I need you," she whispered, voice shaking with want. "Now."

He didn't answer with words.

One arm locked around her lower back; the other slipped between them.

His fingers brushed her folds, found her slick and ready despite the water, and he lined himself up.

Beatrice sank down in one smooth, steady drop.

They both moaned, loud and raw, as he filled her completely.

She was tight, hot, perfect around him; he was thick and pulsing inside her.

For a moment they stayed still, breathing hard, foreheads touching, water swirling gently around their joined bodies.

Then she started to move.

Slow rolls of her hips at first, rising just enough to feel every inch slide out and in again.

Hades's head fell back against the edge of the pool, eyes half-lidded, watching her take what she wanted.

His hands slid to her ass, squeezing, helping her ride him harder, deeper.

Water splashed over the rim with every thrust.

Beatrice's nails dug into his shoulders.

She kissed him again, messy and desperate, moaning into his mouth each time he bottomed out inside her.

The pace turned frantic, water churning, their bodies slapping together beneath the surface.

But their eyes never left each other, locked, fierce, utterly lost in this single perfect moment.

Beatrice's hips snapped faster, grinding down hard, chasing every thick inch of him.

Water surged over the pool's edge in steady waves, splashing the marble floor.

Hades met her thrust for thrust, lifting his hips to drive deeper, hands bruising her waist.

Each time she sank down he hit that spot inside her that made her sob his name.

"Harder," she begged, voice breaking.

He gave it to her, rough, relentless, one arm locked around her back so she couldn't escape the pleasure.

Her breasts bounced against his chest, nipples dragging over wet skin.

She buried her face in his neck, teeth scraping, then biting down as the coil inside her tightened to the breaking point.

"Hades, I'm—"

"Come," he snarled, slamming up into her once, twice. "Come for me, love."

She cried in ecstacy.

Her whole body seized, walls clamping down around him in fierce pulses.

A raw cry tore from her throat as she came, her juices blending with the water, thighs shaking violently.

The clench of her dragged him over the edge.

Hades groaned her name like a curse, hips jerking hard as he spilled deep inside her, hot and endless, filling her until they were both trembling.

They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, water settling into soft ripples around them.

However, the way they clung to each other…they both knew they still needed more.