The Crown's Seduction-Chapter 481: I Want You*

"Raul," she gasped, her hands gripping his hair as he moved lower, his lips trailing down her stomach, igniting every nerve ending in their wake. "What are you doing?"

He looked up at her, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Giving you what you want. Just surrender to it."

Raul’s kisses grew more insistent as he continued to lavish attention on her chest, his mouth teasing her nipples while his hands roamed her body. Niran felt her pulse quicken, her breaths coming in short gasps as his touch ignited a fire deep within her. She could barely think, her mind clouded by the overwhelming sensations.

He pulled back slightly, his smirk dark and knowing as he looked into her eyes. "Do you feel it, Niran?" he whispered, his voice husky. "You’re trembling... losing control. Let me give you what you crave."

Niran’s heart pounded in her chest as Raul shifted beneath her, his hands guiding her hips to straddle him more firmly. He positioned her over him, his eyes never leaving hers, filled with an intensity that made her both nervous and excited. She felt his hardness pressing against her, and a rush of anticipation swept through her.

"Ride me," Raul commanded softly, his grip on her waist tightening. "Take what you need, Niran. Let go."

Niran’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she hesitated. But then, instinct took over. Slowly, she began to move, her hips grinding against him, feeling the overwhelming pressure building inside her. Raul groaned deeply, his hands guiding her movements as he met her rhythm, matching her pace with an unyielding force.

"Let go, Niran," he urged, his voice low and filled with desire. "I want to feel you completely."

Niran’s body responded, her movements becoming faster, more desperate as the pleasure mounted. She could barely contain it, her mind spinning as her body took control. Raul’s eyes never left her face, watching every expression of pleasure she made, clearly enjoying her unraveling beneath him.

Finally, the tension inside her snapped, and Niran gasped, her release crashing through her in waves as she cried out. Raul’s hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her steady as she trembled and collapsed against him, panting heavily.

"I can’t wait to be inside you, Niran," Raul murmured, his voice low and edged with restraint. "Do you know how much patience I’ve been exerting around you? It’s maddening, but I’ve been holding back, respecting your wishes." novelbuddy.cσ๓

His lips brushed her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine before he gently nipped her earlobe. "I like how your body reacts to me," he added with a soft chuckle. "Trembling like this... I want to savor you."

Niran gasped as she suddenly found herself seated again in the carriage, her back pressed against the plush seat. Her eyes widened in alarm as she realized her legs were parted, and Raul was kneeling between them, his intense gaze fixed on her. Heat flushed her face as panic and confusion warred within her.

"Prince Raul! What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice shaky, her cheeks aflame.

Her mind spun as she noticed her undergarment was gone, though her dress still clung to her body. She felt the warm breath of the prince grazing against her inner thigh, and the vulnerability of the moment sent her heart racing.

"This scent..." Raul said, his voice husky. "It’s intoxicating. I just want a taste."

"Taste?" she stammered, her naivety surfacing. "Are you going to... bite me there?" Her tone was incredulous, her mind racing with wild thoughts. Was this a strange vampire ritual she hadn’t been warned about?

Raul’s deep laugh echoed in the small space. "Oh, Niran," he said, his grin wicked yet oddly affectionate. "You’re truly adorable. Stop asking questions and just feel."

Before she could protest further, her breath caught in her throat. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips as Raul’s actions overwhelmed her senses. His tongue deliberately licked and traced her folds, and her body trembled at pleasurable sensations.

She bit her lip, desperate to contain the sounds threatening to spill out, her mind a whirl of confusion and reluctant pleasure.

Raul’s tongue was unrelenting yet controlled, his actions eliciting soft gasps from Niran as her body responded instinctively. She clutched at his shoulders, her breaths shallow and uneven. "Raul," she whispered, her voice trembling between protest and surrender.

"Shh, just let go, Niran," he murmured against her skin, his deep, soothing voice washing over her like a spell. His hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her as he showered her with both reverence and desire. "You’re so beautiful like this... letting yourself feel."

Niran’s heart pounded erratically, her usual composure completely unraveled by the raw intensity of the moment. She felt a warmth spreading through her body, a sensation so overwhelming she could hardly think. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, her body leaning into him as if instinctively seeking his strength.

"You’re holding back," Raul teased, his voice low and teasing as his tongue licked her clit teasingly. "Why fight what feels this good?"

Her resolve wavered with every word, every pleasurable assault of his tongue and mouth to her womanhood. He would be the death of her. "I... can’t..." she stammered, but the words were drowned out by the tide of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

"Yes, you can," he said softly, his lips grazing her clit, teasing. "Let me take care of you. Trust me."

The moment built slowly, every breath, every touch leading her closer to an edge she’d never known existed. She felt his tongue entering her core in and out. The sensation was too much and she felt like she would soon explode again with his assaults.

She clung to him as a wave of uncontainable sensation crashed over her. A soft, almost involuntary cry escaped her lips as the tension in her body released, leaving her trembling.

"There you go," Raul murmured softly, his voice tinged with satisfaction as he continued to savor her, his tongue flicking over every sensitive part as though her release was the finest delicacy. "That’s what I wanted... to see you let go and surrender to me."

Niran’s body trembled uncontrollably, her breath hitching as she struggled to steady herself.

She couldn’t believe how easily she had succumbed, how completely he had unraveled her defenses. Her mind raced with conflicted thoughts, but her body betrayed her, still humming with the lingering echoes of pleasure he had drawn out of her.

"You’re incredible," Raul said, his tone reverent yet laced with possessiveness as he gazed up at her. His eyes burned with intensity, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk. "You felt it, didn’t you? That connection, how perfectly we fit."

Niran bit her lip, trying to muster some semblance of composure, though her flushed cheeks and trembling hands betrayed her. "Your Highness... this... it shouldn’t have happened," she whispered, her voice shaky but laced with a hint of resolve.

He leaned forward, his hands firmly gripping her waist as he brought her closer to him. "But it did," he countered, his voice low and intimate. "And you can’t deny how much you wanted it, how much your body craved me."

Her heart raced as his words sank in. She hated how right he was, how completely he had dismantled every wall she’d carefully built around herself. "You’re impossible," she finally muttered, trying to pull away, but his hands held her in place.

"No, Niran," he said, his tone softening, his thumb brushing against her hip. "I’m just a man who knows what he wants. And I want you."

The sincerity in his gaze left her breathless, her protests momentarily silenced. At that moment, Raul didn’t seem to be the arrogant prince who would toy with her emotions... but a simple man, laying his desire and intentions bare before her.