Reincarnated as The SSS-Rank Villain Magus: My Arcana Evolution System

Chapter 23. Torture [Part 4] (Magic Castle Bonus)

Ariel froze.

Her gaze dropped to my shaft, which lay semi-hard against my thigh. I saw the flicker of trepidation in her eyes, the hesitation of the inexperienced. But then something else took over.

I crawled upward, placing my semi-hard shaft in front of her face. I gently held her hair, my fingers tangling in the silken strands. ”Open your mouth,” I commanded softly.

Her lips parted, a soft, tremulous invitation. I guided myself to her, my tip brushing against her lower lip. I watched her as she tentatively extended her tongue, a slow, shy caress.

A shudder ran through me.

Her tongue was a soft, wet velvet against my sensitive flesh. She explored me with a cautious curiosity, learning my shape, my texture. Her breath was warm, her scent a heady mix of woman and the faint, clean smell of mint.

”Take me,” I urged, my voice a low growl.

She obeyed.

Her lips closed around me, a warm, wet embrace that sent a jolt of pure pleasure straight to my core. I watched as she took me deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she began to suck, gently at first, then with increasing confidence.

My fingers tightened in her hair. A guttural groan escaped my lips.

I began to move, my hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm. I was careful not to go too deep, not to overwhelm her. But she was having none of it. She took me deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate my size, her tongue swirling around my length, driving me wild.

My control began to fray.

The gentle rocking of my hips became more urgent, more demanding. I could feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, a hot, tight coil of pleasure that threatened to unravel me.

I pulled back, my shaft slipping from her lips with a soft, wet pop. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and dazed, her lips swollen and glistening.

I couldn’t wait another second.

I positioned myself between her legs, my body covering hers. Her chest heaved, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath. I looked down at her, at the woman who had risked everything for a man who had barely noticed her.

A fierce, overwhelming love washed over me, so powerful it almost brought me to my knees.

This wasn’t just lust.

This was something more.

Something deeper.

Something that felt a lot like coming home.

I guided myself to her entrance, my tip nudging against her slick, sensitive folds. I looked into her eyes, wanting to see her reaction as I entered her.

There was still a flicker of fear.

But there was also a desperate, aching need.

A trust so complete it took my breath away.

I pushed inside her, slow and steady.

Her breath hitched.

A soft, choked sound escaped her lips.

I sank deeper, burying myself to the hilt. A tight, wet heat that enveloped me, a perfect, blissful agony. She was so wet, so ready for me. Her body welcomed me, her inner walls stretching to accommodate my size, clenching around me as if trying to hold me captive.

I started to move.

Slowly at first, a gentle rocking motion that allowed her body to get used to the intrusion. Her body was a fragile, beautiful thing, and I wanted to savor every moment, every sensation.

But the gentle rhythm was not enough.

Not for me.

And not for her.

I could feel the shift in her, the way her body started to move with me, her hips lifting to meet my thrusts. So I went rougher. Her hands pulled against the chains, the metal groaning in protest, a counterpoint to our frantic coupling.

I leaned down, my lips claiming hers in a brutal kiss, my tongue dueling with hers, tasting the desperation and the desire that poured from her. My hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as I drove into her, again and again, my movements becoming a primal, almost violent rhythm.

My body ached for more. I took her legs and lifted them over my shoulders, the new angle allowing me to plunge deeper, to hit that secret place within her that made her cry out, a sharp, keening sound of pure pleasure.

Her body arched off the bed, a perfect, trembling curve against the sheets. A scream tore from her throat, raw and primal. And then turned into a desperate, beautiful music that drove me wild. Something that looked dangerously close to helpless surrender.

I gave her more. I gave her everything. My movements became a blur of motion, a desperate, aching search for release, for connection, for something I couldn’t name but knew I would die without. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust.

”Rey... oh, gods, Rey...”

My name on her lips was a prayer, a plea, a confession. It was everything.

I could feel the pressure building at the base of my spine. I was getting close.

”Look at me,” I commanded, my voice a harsh growl.

Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused.

”Look at me, Ariel. This is what you do to me,” I gasped, my hips pistoning into her. The words were torn from me, a raw confession of the effect she had on me.

”Rey...” She held my gaze, her eyes wide and vulnerable. Her breath came in ragged pants, her breasts heaving with each intake of air.

Her body arched off the bed, a high, thin cry tearing from her throat. Once again, her inner walls clenched around me.

The sight of her, the feel of her, the sound of her... it was too much.

The hot, tight coil in my spine snapped.

I spilled myself inside her, my body shuddering.

And this time... I let her see my face.

All of it.

The pleasure. The satisfaction. The way my control finally cracked because of her.

I didn’t hide behind that familiar mask of cruelty. Didn’t bury it beneath a cold smirk or pretend she hadn’t affected me.

For once, I let Ariel see Rey Valen completely undone.

Every raw, unguarded emotion crossed my face exactly as I felt it, the pleasure she gave me, the hunger she awakened, the almost frightening satisfaction of having her this close.

No mask.

No Mad Magus.

Just me.

And when her name finally slipped from my lips, it wasn’t teasing or commanding.

”Ariel...”

It came out as a broken whisper.

Because for once, I wanted her to see exactly what she did to me.

I reached above her.

-Click!

One restraint opened.

Then the other.

The chains slipped away from her wrists and fell against the mattress with a soft metallic clatter.

Ariel didn’t even give me time to move them aside.

The moment her hands were free, her arms wrapped around me.

Tight.

Desperate.

She pulled me down into her embrace and buried her face against my chest as though she thought releasing me for even a second might allow the man she’d just found again to disappear.

”Rey...”

Her voice trembled.

”Please stay like this.”

I stilled.

Her fingers tightened against my back.

”Forever. Please... don’t let the curse change you. Ever again.”

Ah.

So that was what she had truly wanted tonight.

Me.

The version of Rey who could smile at her without cruelty behind it. Who could touch her without making her wonder whether affection would become violence. The husband she’d apparently been waiting to come home for far too long.

Something tightened painfully beneath my ribs.

”I will.”

I wrapped both arms around her and pulled her even closer.

A promise made to a woman whose husband technically no longer existed.

Perhaps that should have made me feel guilty.

Instead, I kissed her hair. ”I’ll stay like this.”

My hand settled against the back of her head. ”Forever.”

Ariel finally lifted her face.

I looked into those wet blue eyes for one quiet heartbeat before leaning down.

And kissed her.