The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1042

Chapter 1042: A Peaceful Night (M)

Gods.

Xavier didn’t know how someone could be so perfect for him. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Like a glove that welcomed his return, he almost feared the inability to detach as he buried himself deep inside his wife.

"Hnnngh!"

Just moments ago, they were practically scrambling to connect with each other, desperate for a friction that went beyond skin. Luca ended up face down on the bed, his hips arched high for Xavier, who stood at the bedside, driving into him with a relentless, heavy rhythm.

The willful fox groaned into the pillows, his voice a broken plea. "Husband...please—"

"...hurry."

Now, others might not understand it. Why someone whose body was already extremely sensitive—soft, spent, and trembling—would want to do it again so soon.

But that was probably because they simply hadn’t felt the kind of satisfaction Luca did.

His entire body practically bloomed to be receptive to his husband’s energy.

Not only was he convulsing with sexual pleasure, but it was also in this state of unbridled release that their cores felt the closest.

They had been one for some time now, and he had been accustomed to it, but even then, whenever they were in that state, it still felt like a different experience.

Like an even stronger resonance that was difficult not to long for.

And even now, he wanted it. He could feel himself pulsing, every inch alive, and he liked it so much that his body moved instinctively to meet his husband’s thrusts.

More.

He wanted to be one with him more.

Xavier’s breath came out rough, almost feral, as he gripped his wife’s waist, his knuckles turning white.

"Luca... tell me what you want."

Luca, hearing his name from those lips, arched deeper, chest pressed into the mattress, hips pinned high as if he couldn’t bring himself down even if he tried. His hands fisted the sheets, knuckles similarly pale, head thrown back as he looked at Xavier through a haze of pleasure.

"I want... I want to cum," he gasped. "Please!"

Xavier didn’t hesitate.

He shifted—ever-so-slightly—but it was enough. The new angle hit Luca’s sweet spot with a precision that made the golden-eyed cadet jolt as if struck by lightning.

"Ahh! There!"

Xavier Solaris, the obedient and honestly far-gone husband that he was, took the confirmation with a gravity that bordered on worship.

He reached forward, his large hand hooking one of Luca’s trembling wrists and pinning it back against the small of his wife’s back, forcing their bodies to graft together even more tightly.

"...!"

The golden-eyed cadet felt his insides tighten, and was surprised by the sudden movement that had him nearly hallucinating.

With Luca tilted at a steep, helpless angle, the white wolf began to move with a predatory, desperate focus.

Every thrust was heavier than before, with sliding friction that made the air in the room feel as if it were actually vibrating.

The rhythm quickly dissolved into a frantic blur—the wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting echoing like a drumbeat in the silence of the room.

The pace didn’t stay steady for long.

Eventually, it unraveled.

Xavier accelerated, his muscles coiling and snapping as he drove himself into his wife with a relentless force, seeking that singular spot over and over.

Each hit drew another broken sound from Luca, high and helpless, his breathing falling apart under the pressure and pleasure.

Then just like that, they were no longer separate rhythms.

They breathed together. Moved together. Fell into the same broken, gasping pattern like they were sharing the same lungs.

But it was more than just physical friction.

As they closed in on the peak, the spiritual energy between them began to boil, their individual signatures bleeding into one another effortlessly.

It was a preparation for a different kind of orgasm entirely—a metaphysical melding where their cores pulsed in perfect, agonizing synchronicity.

The sensation was so intense it felt like their nerves, spiritual pathways, heck, even their futures were being rewritten.

So what more after hitting the peak?

Xavier’s grip tightened, his teeth grazing the skin of Luca’s shoulder as he delivered the final, deepest strikes that pushed both of them over the ledge.

"!!!"

Luca finally shattered, his body snapping into a rigid, trembling line as he moaned into the room. Xavier followed a heartbeat later, a guttural roar leaving his throat as they both drowned in a heat so absolute it left them seeing stars in the dark.

For a moment, there was nothing else.

Just an overwhelming, all-too-satisfying rush.

And then, the quiet sense of falling together into something dangerously addictive.

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A husband’s clean-up duty was something Xavier took a little too seriously.

This time, even more so.

He was meticulous as he reminded himself that they’d been through a very, very long day.

And even without counting his back—which had experienced a different kind of tormen—err, massage—that definitely didn’t come from sparring with the Federation, their schedule alone was enough to exhaust anyone.

His little wife included.

So the Prince shook his head at the other thoughts threatening to corrupt his mind.

Yes, it didn’t matter if his little chipmunk currently looked like a freshly steamed dumpling, soft and glowing, or that his skin practically radiated after what had to be an accidental dual cultivation. Luca was still probably tired.

Ahem.

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