The Extra's Rise-Chapter 538: A Golden Birthday (3) [R18]

After finishing the dance with Cecilia, she released my hand with a pout. "Go on," she said softly. "It’s Rachel’s turn to have you for the night."

I nodded, genuine gratitude in my voice as I kissed the back of her hand. "Thank you for understanding, Ceci."

For a while, I lingered with all four of them, sharing quiet conversation and laughter as the banquet wound down. But eventually, the evening came to a close. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"Come with me," Rachel said, her voice low as she slipped her hand into mine. Before I could say anything, her light mana enveloped us both, cloaking us from any curious eyes.

I felt the subtle, meticulous flow of her spell and couldn’t help but marvel. ’High Integration-rank,’ I realized, impressed yet again. Rachel had always been extraordinary in her command of mana, and this was no exception. In terms of spellcasting, she had surpassed me by a significant margin, her precision and depth of control unmatched.

She guided us through the halls with an effortless grace, the air shimmering faintly around us as her spell kept even Ascendant-rank senses at bay. Her room loomed ahead, its sliding door opening at the faintest brush of her mana signature.

"Wait here," she said as we stepped inside. She gestured for me to sit on the edge of the bed before disappearing into her closet.

I sat back, less nervous than I’d been with Cecilia, though the air still carried an unspoken tension. Rachel was deliberate in her movements, her presence always commanding. She had planned this moment carefully—of that much, I was certain.

When she emerged, all coherent thought left me.

She stood in the doorway, her golden hair cascading down her back, her sapphire eyes gleaming with quiet confidence. She wore black lingerie with intricate navy blue frills that hugged her figure, the delicate material accentuating her elegance rather than detracting from it. Black stockings extended up her legs, adding an air of sophistication to the ensemble.

But it was her poise, her undeniable presence, that captivated me most. She didn’t fidget or glance away shyly. Rachel was Rachel—composed, confident, utterly in control.

Yet my eyes, traitorous as they were, were drawn to a certain detail. The design of her outfit accentuated her... attributes in a way that left no room for subtlety.

Rachel caught the direction of my gaze, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. But instead of growing flustered, her lips curled into a knowing smile. "I take it you approve?"

I cleared my throat, forcing myself to meet her eyes. "You look... incredible."

Her smile deepened as she walked toward me, her movements slow and deliberate. "Good," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Because tonight, Arthur, I’m going to make sure you never forget this moment."

"You won’t forget this either," I murmured, my voice low as Rachel straddled my lap, her arms looping around my neck. She leaned in, her lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both deep and fervent, her hunger matching my own.

"Arthur," she whispered, her voice a mix of longing and shyness, her breath warm against my ear. "Take me. I’m yours."

Her cheeks were flushed crimson, the stark contrast to her golden hair making the sight even more enchanting. There was vulnerability in her words, but also trust—a silent promise that this moment was ours alone.

I grasped her hips gently, steadying her as we kissed again, the world outside her room fading into nothingness. In that instant, we became lost in each other, our embrace melding us into one.

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Rachel, a luminous blonde with sapphire eyes that shimmered like sunlight on a tranquil sea, gazed up at Arthur through her long, fluttering lashes. Her creamy skin glowed with a soft radiance, and her full, rosy lips curved into a playful, possessive smile as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his cheek. "You’re mine, Arthur," she murmured, her voice a sweet, teasing lilt, laced with an unmistakable claim. Yet, her kindness shone through as she brushed a stray lock of his raven hair from his forehead, her touch tender, almost reverent, as if she couldn’t bear to see him anything less than perfect.

Arthur, his azure eyes softening with adoration, cupped her face gently, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. He claimed her lips with a kiss that was both fierce and careful, a promise of his devotion woven into every movement. Rachel melted into his embrace, her lithe frame molding against his solid warmth, her heart swelling with the certainty that he was hers—and she, his. Her slender fingers wove into his dark locks, tugging lightly in a possessive gesture, but her touch was soft, her nails grazing his scalp with a care that spoke of her deep affection.

As their kiss deepened, Arthur’s tongue explored her mouth with a reverent hunger, tasting the sweetness that was uniquely Rachel. She sighed, a breathy sound that carried both surrender and a quiet demand, her body pressing closer as if to stake her claim. Her navy lace lingerie hugged her curves, the delicate fabric straining slightly against her full breasts, the creamy swell threatening to spill free. Black stockings clung to her long, shapely legs, accentuating the graceful arc of her hips. Rachel knew the effect she had on him, and her lips curved against his, a spark of mischief in her eyes as she whispered, "You can’t take your eyes off me, can you?"

Arthur’s gaze flicked down, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the way the lace accentuated her figure. But there was more than lust in his expression—there was awe, a quiet vow to cherish every inch of her. "You’re breathtaking, Rachel," he said, his voice low and earnest, each word carrying the weight of his love. To him, she was a treasure, a vibrant soul who deserved to be adored, protected, and celebrated. Yet, her possessive streak thrilled him, her golden-retriever-like devotion—eager, loyal, and fiercely protective—igniting a warmth in his chest that made him want to hold her closer, to shield her from the world.

Rachel’s eyes, flecked with gold and alight with a possessive fire, met his. "You’re mine, Arthur," she repeated, her voice softer now, almost vulnerable, as if confessing a truth she couldn’t hold back. But her kindness surfaced again as she pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, her fingers trailing down his arm in a soothing caress. "And I’m yours," she added, her tone a blend of fierce loyalty and tender reassurance.

Arthur’s heart swelled, his love for her a steady flame that burned brighter with every word. But there was a playful edge to him, a desire to tease the woman who held his heart. His hands settled on her waist, firm but careful, his fingers brushing her soft skin with a tenderness that belied the intensity of his grip. "Oh, Rachel," he murmured, his lips brushing hers, "you have no idea what you do to me." His kiss deepened, a slow, deliberate claim that spoke of his need to show her just how much she meant to him.

His hands slid up her ribcage, fingers grazing the lace of her lingerie with a reverence that made Rachel’s breath hitch. He chuckled softly, the sound warm and intimate, as he hooked his fingers into the delicate fabric, teasing but never crossing into cruelty. "You’re too perfect," he said, his voice a mix of awe and playful challenge, "but I’m going to take my time with you."

Rachel’s cheeks flushed, her heart racing at his words, but her possessiveness flared. "You’d better, Arthur," she teased, her voice a sultry purr as she pressed herself closer, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Because I’m not sharing you with anyone." Her tone was light, but the glint in her eyes was fierce, a reminder that she claimed him as fiercely as he claimed her. Yet, her kindness softened the edge, her fingers brushing his cheek as she added, "I just want you happy, always."

Emboldened by her words, Arthur’s touch grew bolder, but never lost its care. He gently tugged down the cups of her lingerie, revealing the creamy swell of her breasts. His eyes darkened with desire, but his touch was reverent, his fingers tracing her skin as if memorizing every curve. "You’re everything, Rachel," he said, his voice rough with emotion, his love for her evident in the way he held her, as if she were both fragile and unbreakable.

Rachel shivered under his gaze, her body responding to his touch, but her heart responded to his words. "Yours," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Only yours, Arthur." Her hands slid to his chest, pressing against his heart, a silent vow that she belonged to him—and he to her.

Arthur’s smile was tender, his love for her a quiet strength as he leaned down, his lips brushing one hardened nipple with a gentleness that made her gasp. He lavished her with attention, his mouth and hands working in tandem to worship her, each touch a declaration of his devotion. Rachel’s fingers tangled in his hair, her breathy moans mingling with soft whispers of his name, her possessiveness softened by the kindness in her voice. "I love you," she murmured, her words a gift, a promise.

As Arthur’s hands slid down her stocking-clad thighs, he moved with a careful precision, his touch both commanding and gentle. "Show me all of you, Rachel," he said, his voice low, a mix of desire and adoration. "I want every part of you."

Rachel hesitated, her possessiveness making her want to draw out the moment, to keep him yearning just a little longer. But her kindness won out, her love for him urging her to give him what he wanted. Slowly, she parted her legs, the lace of her panties catching the light. Arthur’s breath hitched, his eyes locking on the evidence of her arousal, and his smile softened. "You’re perfect," he said, his voice thick with emotion, his love for her shining through.

With a gentle tug, he peeled her lingerie and panties down, his movements deliberate, as if unwrapping a precious gift. Rachel shivered under his gaze, but her eyes held his, fierce and loving. "Only for you," she said, her voice a soft claim, her kindness wrapping around him like a warm embrace.

Arthur’s fingers traced her inner thigh, his touch light but purposeful, drawing a soft gasp from Rachel. He moved slowly, savoring her, his love for her evident in every careful caress. "I’m yours too, Rachel," he said, his voice a vow, his eyes meeting hers with a depth of feeling that made her heart skip. "Always."