The Hidden King's Stolen Wife-Chapter 251: A Little Help From Magic*

Soleia cried out, not in pain, but in ecstasy.

"Are you okay?" Rafael asked, using every last bit of his control and rationality for the words to spill from his lips.

Soleia, on the other hand, didn’t even have the strength to answer. She simply acknowledged his question with two consecutive firm nods of her head. But that was all the answer Rafael needed.

Frankly, that was also all the time his body could spare.

He didn’t give her the time to recover, repeating those movements as she held on, gasping and panting as her pleasure quickly built, coiling in her stomach.

The water of the bath sloshed around them, the scattered rose petals that were added occasionally falling out of the tub whenever the water overflowed. They splashed onto the floor, quickly soaking into the clothes that were left in a pile at the corner, but that was the least of their worries at the moment.

"Rafael..." Soleia gasped, her lips parted even though she wasn’t breathing properly. Her breaths were haggard and random, and her parted lips let out more mewls and sounds of carnal delight than anything else.

Each stroke and each pump caused Soleia’s head to go white, the process repeating itself endlessly as she felt her pleasure build further and further, so much so that her head went light and her body no longer felt like it was in her control.

Her hands slipped out of the tub, accidentally brushing against her clothing. It wouldn’t have been anything alarming if not for the fact that she touched the selenite that was still stuffed under the piles of clothes, now resurfaced to the top.

The very second she touched the crystal, Rafael’s carnelian pendant lit up. Magic rushed through him before he even realized it, and where they were connected suddenly became increasingly sensitive, as though a candle had been lit.

"Wait―" Soleia said the very second she felt something was amiss, but it was too little and too late. Before she even realized, blood had rushed towards her nether regions, and every movement that Rafael made created a sensation that felt a hundred times more explosive than it was previously.

She gasped, her back arching when her sensitive clit brushed against him. As though he could read her thoughts, Rafael reached into the water as well. His finger found the sensitive bud and immediately began to massage it, slowly rubbing circles over it before gaining speed. He pressed harder, and within seconds, Soleia came undone in his hands, trembling uncontrollably as her vision went white.

Through the haze of her mind, she felt him press kisses on her neck and her shoulders, but she couldn’t muster the energy to move or even say a word. Her body was limp, thoroughly exhausted with pleasure, but as soon as she came down from the euphoric high, she felt the burn of lust digging through her inner caverns once more.

Rafael chuckled, the vibrations of his voice felt on Soleia’s back. He lifted her off of him, and Soleia gasped when he popped out of her. Immediately, she felt empty. Her heartbeat was practically roaring in her ears― she could even feel her own pulse in her skull.

A soft moan left her throat, and Rafael kissed her right at the center of her neck, suckling lightly to leave a hickey that wouldn’t disappear come morning.

"Patience," he murmured against her skin, and her eyes fluttered shut at the sensation.

Now that they were soaked in the flower-covered water for a good amount of time, the smell of roses lingered in the air and on their skins. Dirt had been washed away, and there were no lingering splashes of blood on their bodies other than the roaring waves of it inside them.

Rafael’s carnelian remained glowing, and when he set Soleia down, she had just barely recovered from the toe-curling climax she had just experienced.

"Did you just use magic on me?" she asked, breathless.

"You started it, Princess," he said, shrugging as he climbed on top of her. She arched up to meet him halfway, pressing her lips against his while entwining her fingers into his hair. "I merely lived up to what was expected of me."

"By controlling the flow of my blood?" Soleia asked, nibbling on his bottom lip.

He groaned, deepening their kiss in response. With one hand, he pried her thighs apart, positioning himself right at her entrance before plunging into her depths. Soleia’s lips instantly parted, forming an ’o’, but were quickly sealed up when Rafael closed the gap between them.

As a result, Soleia could only moan helplessly as her second climax began to build. Rafael pumped into her, the sound of their skins slapping against each other resonating across the room. The scent of sex lingered in the air, and the perfume of their lust was almost intoxicating.

When Rafael’s movements turned sloppier, his breathing turning more haggard, Soleia knew that it was soon time― he was close to finishing. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him even closer, preventing him from withdrawing too far away from her.

That elicited a groan from him in response, and he quickened the pace of his pounding, slamming into her so hard that the bed shook with every snap of his hips.

"Fuck..." he cursed, burrowing his face into the crook of her neck. Soleia gasped as well, biting down hard on Rafael’s shoulder to prevent herself from tearing the walls of the palace down with her scandalous cries of pleasure. freёweɓnovel.com

With one last buck, Rafael came undone inside her, spilling his seed while Soleia trembled from her own second release. Her legs shook, but remained firmly locked around his waist, sheathing Rafael deep inside her as she clenched and milked every last drop from his cock.

He shivered against her touch, sweat glistening like diamonds across his back. He sluggishly rocked his hips a few more times into her before finally pulling out. His cum dribbled out from her lower lips, and Rafael scooped it up with a finger before pushing it back in, causing Soleia to squirm and mewl.

"Can’t waste a single drop," he teasingly said, his voice throaty but sing-song, and his eyes shimmering with mischief.

"There’s no need to worry," Soleia said, her voice hoarse as well. She panted a few times, her eyes misted over as she stared at her love. Raising a hand, she grazed his cheek, pressing her forehead against his. "We have all the time in the world."

Rafael kissed her wrist before he gazed into her eyes, love spilling from every crook and cranny of his being.

"Sleep," he murmured right as Soleia’s eyelids turned heavy. "I will handle everything that woes you."