Reborn as the Failed Lord with my Resource Gathering System.-Chapter 217: A king’s lust is wanted.
She knew immediately what she needed to do to feed her urges.
Ravina wrapped her arms around Dorian’s shoulders, hooking her foot behind his knee as she kissed him back.
Dorian was a bit shocked that she was willing to be so bold, but he didn’t mind it. If anything, her initiative made her look even more attractive.
The bedsheets rippled as they moved, their bodies pressing against one another, shifting from one deep kiss to the next.
Every time Dorian kissed her, Ravina felt the lower part of her body tighten.
She let out small moans, trying to contain the pleasure for as long as she could. Eventually, it became too much. She pulled away from the kiss, arching her back with a loud gasp.
Dorian pulled away, a worried look crossing his face.
"Was that too rough?" he asked.
"No, it wasn’t, My Lord," Ravina replied breathlessly. "I-it’s just... I have never felt something like this before. I didn’t know a kiss could feel this good."
While she spoke, she covered the lower half of her face with the back of her hand, attempting to hide her embarrassment.
Hearing her confession, Dorian couldn’t help but smile.
"Is this your first time receiving a kiss?"
Ravina glanced further to the side, her cheeks burning. "Y-yes."
"You’ve lived for over a hundred years, and this is the first time you have kissed someone? Aren’t you just adorable?"
"Please do not tease me. It makes me feel... funny."
’Would you look at that... Just like Maria, she has a cute side to her.’ Dorian thought, his smile widening.
Whether she was telling the whole truth or not, one thing was certain: there was no way he wouldn’t go all the way with her tonight.
"If you haven’t kissed before, then this would also be the first time you are receiving love, isn’t it?"
Ravina shifted her gaze back toward Dorian. She noticed his hand was already moving down her thigh, his eyes holding a seductive glint.
This wasn’t the Dorian she knew. This Dorian could ask her to cut off her own head in that moment, and she would accept without thinking twice.
"Yes, My Lord."
A gasp left her mouth when Dorian’s hand reached her inner thigh. She tried to hold it back, but it escaped as a loud whimper instead.
"My Lord..." she breathed, her voice a shaky whisper as his touch grew warmer.
Dorian paused, his fingers tracing the delicate skin just above her knee. His smile was gentle, his eyes dark with affection and something deeper. "I won’t hurt you, Ravina. I just want to show you how good this can feel."
He leaned in, brushing his lips against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Tell me what you like," he murmured.
Ravina closed her eyes, completely lost in the sensation. "I... I don’t know. Everything you do feels wonderful."
He chuckled softly, a low, resonant sound that vibrated through her. Instead of moving lower, he began to trace patterns on her thigh with the pads of his fingers, his touch light and teasing.
It was a slow, deliberate exploration, causing her breath to hitch with every upward stroke. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
"This is called foreplay, Ravina," Dorian explained, his voice instructional yet sweet. "It’s about taking our time, enjoying every touch, every kiss, before the main event."
He pulled back slightly, his gaze fixed on her face, noting the rosy blush and the wet sheen of her parted lips.
He lifted his hand and tenderly smoothed a stray strand of hair away from her cheek, his thumb lingering against her temple.
"You’re beautiful when you’re flustered," he whispered, before dropping another gentle kiss onto her forehead.
The tenderness of his actions surprised her more than the passionate kiss had.
It was a warmth that settled deep in her chest, a feeling she couldn’t name but desperately wanted to keep.
She reached up, hesitantly cupping his cheek with her hand, her thumb stroking his jawline.
"Please... take care of me," she managed, her voice steadier this time, her eyes wide with newfound wonder.
He returned her touch with a soft smile. "As you wish, Your Majesty."
He lowered his head and began kissing her neck, slow and deliberate, moving up to the sensitive spot just behind her ear.
Her head fell back against the pillow as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over her, making her arch her back once more.
This time, there was no shame, only eager anticipation.
Her fingers tightened around his shoulder, pulling him closer. "Don’t stop," she pleaded softly.
He chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending another jolt of excitement through her. "I wouldn’t dream of it, my dear."
He shifted his weight, his body warm and heavy as he partially covered hers. His hand, which had been tracing patterns on her thigh, now moved with purpose.
It slid further up, parting her legs slightly with gentle pressure. Ravina gasped, the sound muffled by his ongoing kisses to her throat.
His fingers found the lace edge of her shift, easily pushing the soft fabric aside. The warmth of his palm made contact with the slick, sensitive skin of her core.
He hesitated for just a moment, his thumb brushing lightly over the entrance, sending a dizzying wave of intense sensation through her.
"Let me," he breathed, his voice rough with desire.
Ravina could only nod, her eyes squeezed shut, her entire being focused on the exquisite agony of anticipation. Her hips instinctively arched upward, begging for relief she didn’t yet know how to ask for.
Dorian took the invitation. With practiced ease, he slipped one finger inside her.
A loud, drawn-out moan tore from Ravina’s lips, louder and more unrestrained than before. It was a cry of pure shock and blinding pleasure.
Her back bowed dramatically, her muscles tensing as her body registered the deep, invading warmth.
He moved slowly at first, exploring the tight, wet passage he had entered. His eyes were locked on her face, watching the rapid changes in her expression, the mix of disbelief, ecstasy, and surrender.
"So good," he murmured, pulling his finger out slightly, then plunging it deeper, quicker. He added a second finger, stretching her gently, his motions becoming rhythmic and demanding.
Ravina was a mess of feeling, incoherent whimpers leaving her lips with every stroke. "Dorian... My Lord... Oh, please..."
The pleasure was overwhelming, building rapidly and mercilessly. It pooled in her center, tightening and drawing her breath in ragged bursts.
She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly, anchoring herself to him as the world spun.
He found a spot—a specific point of unbelievable sensitivity—and pressed his fingers against it, rotating his wrist slightly.
The intensity became unbearable. Ravina cried out his name, a desperate, broken sound, as her body convulsed violently around his fingers.
A wave of uncontrollable shivers racked her frame. She clung to him, breathless and shaking, the lingering echoes of her first true peak radiating outwards, melting a hundred years of solitude in an instant.
Dorian waited until the tremors subsided, his fingers remaining gently inside her.
He kissed her deeply, a tender, possessive kiss meant to soothe and celebrate.
"See? I told you it would feel good," he whispered against her mouth, a triumphant smile gracing his lips. He then began to slowly, deliberately, pull his hand away.
Ravina instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to keep the source of her pleasure close. "No... please, don’t stop..."
He managed to gently unhook her legs but kept his body pressed intimately against hers.
With a swift movement, he positioned himself between her thighs.
Ravina felt the solid, warm length of him pressing against her slick core, and a new, startling wave of desire made her gasp.
He pushed the silk shift completely up and over her shoulders, pulling it off and tossing it carelessly to the floor.
Ravina lay naked before him, her skin flushed, her body glistening slightly with sweat.
She made no move to cover herself, only watching him with wide, trusting eyes.
Dorian lowered his head, not moving for the ultimate penetration yet, but instead began raining soft, worshipful kisses all over her body.
He started at her mouth, then moved down her jawline, across the delicate curve of her neck, and settled on her collarbone, tracing the hollows with his tongue.
