Hunter Of The Six Realms
Chapter 56: R18(skip if you want)

Chapter 56: R18(skip if you want)

Chapter 55

Rael’s grip tightened on her waist, his breath hot and shaky against her mouth.

"Alira," he muttered, barely hanging on. "You keep doing that and I swear,"

She cut him off with another kiss, her tongue sliding into his mouth, deep and rough. She didn’t want him to swear. She wanted him to snap.

Her body rocked against him again, slow but deep, letting his thick length slide right between her soaked thighs under the water. She could feel every inch of it.

"I want you to lose control," she whispered against his lips. "Right here.Right now."

His hand slipped down, grabbing a handful of her ass, lifting her slightly as he pushed forward again, harder this time. She let out a sharp moan, not even bothering to hold it in. It echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls like a damn siren call.

Her back arched, her hands clinging to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

His cock was already rubbing against her entrance now, just barely. Not inside yet. But it was there. Thick and ready. And she was already soaked, her whole body begging for it.

Still, he didn’t move.

He just looked down at her, his chest rising and falling like he was fighting every instinct in his body.

"You sure about this?" he asked, voice rough. "Because once I start, I’m not stopping."

Alira’s eyes didn’t flinch.

"I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life," she said.

Then, with a smirk, she leaned in and whispered into his ear, slow and dirty.

"Fucking ruin me, Rael."

That was it.

He grabbed her hips, lifted her up a bit, and positioned himself. The head of his cock pushed right against her entrance,and she gasped, head tilting back, lips parting as her legs tightened around him.

Rael didn’t wait anymore.

He gripped her ass tight, steadying her, and with one slow push, he slid the head in. Her walls stretched around him instantly, hot and tight. Her moan hit his ears like a drug, sharp, real, desperate.

"Fuck," he hissed, head dropping to her shoulder.

Alira’s mouth parted, her breath shaky. "You’re... you’re inside."

"Not even halfway," he groaned.

He gave another push, slow, deeper, and her nails dug into his back like she was trying not to lose her mind. She could feel every thick inch splitting her open, dragging against walls that had never taken anyone before.

"God, Rael... you’re so big, it hurts," she gasped, her voice trembling, but she didn’t pull away. She just clung tighter, wrapping her legs even firmer around his waist, trying to take all of him.

"I’ll go slow," he breathed against her skin, even though his hands were trembling from holding back.

"No," she panted, her voice low and fucked-out already. "I want it all."

That snapped something in him.

He pulled back slightly, then pushed in deeper, and this time, he bottomed out. All the way. Their hips met, water splashing between them, and she let out a cry that was part pain, part pure pleasure.

He stayed like that for a second, buried fully inside her, both of them panting, stuck in that thick silence where everything felt too damn real.

Alira’s fingers clutched his hair, yanking him back for another kiss. It was sloppy, messy, full of tongue and moans. She was already rolling her hips, needy and unbothered by the sting.

She didn’t care. She wanted to feel him.

"Move, Rael," she begged, voice strained. "Please..."

And he did.

He pulled out halfway, then slammed back in, making her body jerk up against the pool wall. Her moan cracked this time, loud and raw, and he groaned too, because fuck, she was tight. Too damn tight.

He started moving, slow at first, then faster, deeper, harder. The sound of water splashing, skin hitting skin, and her broken moans filled the room.

She was clinging to him, legs wrapped around him, her whole body shaking with every thrust. Her head dropped back, lips parted, hair soaked and sticking to her skin.

His mouth moved down to her chest, biting, sucking, marking her, because she was his now. Every part of her.

"I can’t..." she gasped out, voice high. "I’m gonna—fuck—Rael!"

"I know," he breathed, slamming into her again, deeper, rougher. "Let go, don’t hold it in."

And she did.

Her body locked around him, her walls pulsing tight, milking his cock like she didn’t want to let go. She moaned so loud it echoed, her whole body shaking from the force of it. That tight squeeze around him drove him straight over the edge.

"Shit.." he grunted, slamming into her one last time, hips jerking as he released deep inside her.

They stayed like that, breathless, tangled up, her back still pressed against the pool wall, his face buried in her neck.

Nothing but the sound of their breathing, the water, and the slow return to reality.

Rael’s breathing was still rough against her neck, his arms tight around her waist like he wasn’t ready to let go yet. Not even a little.

Alira blinked slowly, chest rising and falling, her lips parted, body still trembling slightly from the high. She felt full, claimed, and it wasn’t just the sex. It was him. The way he looked at her. The way he held her like she belonged to him.

And she did.

He pulled back just enough to see her face, brushing her soaked hair away from her cheek. His brows were furrowed now. Not angry. Not tense. Just... unsure.

"Are you really leaving?" he asked quietly, voice low but serious.

She looked up at him.

He was nervous, trying to hide it, but failing. His hand was still holding her, but there was something stiff in the way he said it, like he was scared to hear her answer. Scared she’d say something he didn’t want to hear.

Alira didn’t answer immediately. She just stared at him for a second, her thumb brushing across his jaw, her lips curved in a small smirk, but her eyes were soft now.

"Yes," she said.

His expression didn’t change much, but the way his jaw tightened told her everything.

"It’s not about marriage," she added quickly, still holding his face. "I swear to you. If it was, I wouldn’t go."

He looked at her again, still not speaking.

"You think I’d let someone else touch me after this?" she said, raising a brow. "You think I’d let anyone else claim me?"

She leaned in, their foreheads touching now.

"I’m yours, Rael. Only yours. I don’t care what the capital wants. I don’t care what my father says. I’ll burn that palace to the fucking ground before I marry anyone else."

His breath hitched slightly. She felt it.

She smiled, fingers moving to rest over his chest, right where his heart was still pounding.

"You don’t have to be scared," she whispered. "I gave myself to you tonight. That wasn’t just sex. That was me telling you, you’re it for me."

He let out a slow exhale, like the weight on his chest had finally lifted. Then his lips brushed against hers again, softer this time.

"I just..." he muttered against her lips, "I don’t want to lose you."

"You won’t."

"Swear it."

"I already did," she said. "With my body. With everything. I’m yours."

He pulled her back into his arms, holding her tighter like he needed to feel it. Like he still couldn’t believe it was real.

Just then, there was a desperate knock on the door, "Your highness, the queen is here." Rita’s voice called urgently from behind the door