The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315: Another Page

Luca thought he couldn’t be that inexperienced anymore.

He had kissed, touched, and surrendered. He’d moaned and writhed and felt what it meant to fall apart in someone’s arms.

But this?

This was something else entirely.

His body already knew what was coming. It screamed for release, trembling under Xavier’s touch, his thighs aching from clenching too tightly around the prince’s length. But even with his body this sensitive, even with the second orgasm already creeping up from deep inside, Luca didn’t expect what came next.

He felt it.

First, like a pulse, gentle and quiet.

Then like a stream, thick, refreshing, unmistakable.

Spiritual energy.

His head jerked back in surprise.

Xavier’s hands were still on him, one stroking slowly between his thighs, the other gripping his chest, but his eyes—his eyes were overflowing with intent.

That’s when Luca realized what was happening.

Xavier was releasing his energy.

Letting it wrap around him. Pour into him.

Inviting him in.

Luca shivered, lips parting. "You—what are you—"

"You’ve done more than enough," Xavier whispered, voice low, trembling against his ear. "Take what you need...or as much as you want."

The energy pulsed again, richer now. The little guide could’ve sworn that a thread tugged at the inside of his core like temptation given form. He couldn’t resist it, even if he wanted to.

And he didn’t want to.

Then came the kiss.

Xavier didn’t seek permission, not when the person he held looked at him like that. He just leaned forward and took his mouth—deep, consuming, impossible to breathe around.

The moment their lips met, the energy surged.

Luca gasped into his mouth. His entire body went taut, hips jerking forward as his soul drank Xavier in. It wasn’t like any guiding he’d done before. This wasn’t coaxing or comforting.

It was claiming. And the generous husband gave it all—allowed Luca to take everything with no filter, no reserve, nothing held back.

And the overwhelmed guide reached for it instinctively, and Xavier’s energy poured into him with ease, familiar, steady, grounding.

But it wasn’t passive.

It came with hunger. Desire. Devotion. It wrapped around him like arms in the dark, cradling his mind as firmly as this striking man held his body.

The prince’s hand moved lower again.

And the moment his fingers wrapped around Luca’s aching manhood from behind, everything collapsed.

The little guide choked on a cry, the spiritual energy inside him slamming into his core at the same time that Xavier’s touch sent him spiraling over the edge. He didn’t just come—he detonated, his body seizing with white-hot release as spiritual energy crashed through every nerve.

His thighs gave out. His arms shook. He trembled, whining incoherently as he spilled between them, body wracked with aftershocks.

Behind him, Xavier groaned low and deep—his hips twitching as he thrust once, twice more between those soft thighs before release claimed him too. Hot and heavy, he spilled over Luca’s skin, the sound of his breath ragged, primal, and undone.

They slumped forward together.

The spent guide melted against the console, boneless and breathless, completely spent. His head lolled to one side, golden eyes dazed and wet, lips still parted from the kiss that had nearly torn him apart.

His thoughts barely formed words.

What was that?

How...?

Xavier touched me once.

And he was gone.

It was ridiculous.

Amazing.

Terrifying.

He whimpered faintly, a sound made only of trembling exhaustion and stunned satisfaction. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

Luca felt guilty. Oh, so very guilty.