Reborn as the Failed Lord with my Resource Gathering System.-Chapter 218: A king’s lust is wanted II

"My Lord," she whimpered, arching her back again as his mouth reached the soft swell of her breast.

He didn’t rush to take the nipple but circled it with his tongue, testing the exquisite sensitivity of the area.

When he finally drew the hardened peak into his mouth, Ravina cried out, a pure, unrestrained sound.

He sucked and teased, alternating between her breasts, his hands tracing patterns down her sides, pulling her closer to his chest.

His touch was masterful. He traced the curve of her waist, the slight indentation of her hip, before letting his fingers dance down the inside of her thighs again, stopping tantalizingly close to her center.

"Look at you," he breathed, pulling back to admire his handiwork—the flushed skin, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the pleading look in her eyes. "You are everything beautiful."

He settled between her legs once more, pushing his hardened length against her opening.

He didn’t enter but began to move his hips in a slow, grinding motion, creating friction that sent sparks of immediate, powerful sensation through her.

"Lord Dorian, please," Ravina begged, her voice ragged, her hands grasping his hair, urging him closer. The gentle friction was driving her mad with need.

He pulled back slightly, looking her directly in the eyes. "Ask for it, Ravina. Tell me what you want."

The command, whispered in the midst of this intense pleasure, shattered her remaining inhibitions.

"I want you," she confessed, the words raw and honest. "I want you inside me. Now."

The plea hung in the air, raw and desperate.

Dorian’s eyes darkened, the pupils blowing wide. He didn’t make her beg a second time.

He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his length pressing against her slick, welcoming heat. He pushed forward slowly, giving her body time to adjust to the intrusion.

Ravina gasped, her eyes flying wide open as she felt him stretch her. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever known—a feeling of fullness, of being completely and utterly possessed.

"Relax for me," Dorian whispered, his voice strained with his own restraint. He kissed her forehead, then her nose, distracting her as he pushed deeper. "Breathe, Ravina."

She nodded frantically, trying to obey, but her body was tight with anticipation. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling his scent—a mix of musk, rain, and something uniquely Dorian.

With one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.

"Ahhh!" Ravina cried out, her back arching off the mattress, her fingers digging into his back. It wasn’t pain, but an overwhelming intensity that bordered on it. She felt him deep inside her, touching a part of her soul she didn’t know existed.

Dorian held still, his muscles trembling as he fought the urge to move. He rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in short, ragged gasps.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice rough.

Ravina nodded against him, a tear escaping the corner of her eye—not from sadness, but from the sheer emotional weight of the moment. "Yes... yes. Don’t stop. Please."

Dorian kissed away the tear. Then, he began to move.

He withdrew almost completely before thrusting back in, slow and deep. Ravina whimpered, the sound turning into a moan as the rhythm took hold. The friction was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the quiet room.

"Dorian...!" she gasped, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist, instinctively pulling him deeper.

Every thrust hit that sweet spot he had found earlier with his fingers, but this time, the sensation was magnified a hundredfold.

Dorian groaned, losing himself in the feeling of her. She was tight, hot, and incredibly responsive. For a King who commanded armies, she was surprisingly vocal, her cries of pleasure spurring him on.

He picked up the pace, his movements becoming harder, faster. He grabbed her hips, angling her to take him even deeper.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Ravina opened her eyes, her vision hazy with lust. She looked up at him—the Dragon Monarch, her Lord, her husband. His face was a mask of concentration and pleasure, his silver hair falling messily over his eyes.

"You are mine," he growled, driving into her with a possessive ferocity. "Every part of you."

"Yours... I’m yours," she sobbed, tossing her head back as the pleasure began to coil in her belly again, tighter and hotter than before.

It was building faster this time. The friction, the heat, the emotional release—it was too much.

"Dorian! I’m... I’m going to—!"

"Let go," he urged, not slowing down. He drove into her hard, one final, punishing thrust hitting her deepest point.

Ravina screamed, her body seizing in a powerful, earth-shattering climax. Her inner walls clamped down around him, milking him with rhythmic spasms that drove Dorian over the edge.

With a guttural roar, he poured himself into her.

He held her tightly, pressing her into the mattress as wave after wave of release washed over them both. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their heavy, synchronized breathing.

Slowly, the world came back into focus.

Dorian collapsed onto his elbows, careful not to crush her, but kept his body pressed against hers, reluctant to break the connection.

He buried his face in her neck, placing a soft kiss on her pulse point.

Ravina lay beneath him, completely boneless. Her silver hair was fanned out across the pillow like a halo, her skin flushed a beautiful shade of pink.

She stared up at the ceiling, her chest heaving, a dazed smile slowly forming on her lips.

She felt... full. Complete.

Dorian lifted his head, brushing a sweaty strand of hair from her forehead.

"Still feeling useless?" he teased gently.

Ravina let out a weak, breathless laugh. She reached up, tracing the line of his jaw with trembling fingers. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"No," she whispered, her eyes shining with adoration. "I feel... alive."

She pulled his face down for a soft, lingering kiss.

"Thank you, my husband."

Dorian smiled against her lips. "Get some sleep, Ravina. You’ve earned it."

He rolled off her, pulling the blanket up to cover them both.

Ravina immediately snuggled into his side, resting her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

Within moments, the exhausted King was fast asleep, a peaceful expression on her face that hadn’t been there in a hundred years.

Dorian lay awake for a moment longer, staring at the ceiling. The System notifications were probably flashing in his periphery, but he ignored them.

For now, holding the woman who had just given him everything, the Dragon Monarch was content.