The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 414

Chapter 414: Wants

Luca’s body was limp and trembling, and his mind was buzzing like something somewhere had exploded in there.

He could barely breathe, chest rising and falling in shallow waves as the last aftershocks of his release echoed through him. His thighs kept twitching while his toes curled as his fingers lay slack on the sheets, as faint tremors ran through them.

His lips parted to say something, anything, but no words came.

What could he even say about it when it felt like his worldviews were being reconstructed?

Meanwhile, Xavier hadn’t moved.

The prince remained exactly where he’d been—still kneeling between Luca’s parted legs, face nestled close, one hand gently resting on his hip.

And then, like a man savoring the final echoes of devotion, he dipped lower to kiss the inside of Luca’s thigh.

Then again.

And again.

The kisses were soft, unhurried, almost reverent. Each one a silent promise, a whispered lullaby to skin still shivering with overstimulation.

Luca blinked up at the ceiling, golden eyes wide and stunned.

Until memory returned.

Until he remembered what the man before him did.

"!!!"

And with that memory came the blush. Violent. Immediate. Radiating down his neck and across his cheeks like wildfire.

He pushed himself up on shaky elbows, eyes wide in alarm.

"Wait—Xavier, you-you—"

The words tangled on his tongue, his mind short-circuiting at the image now seared into his memory.

The image of the Imperial Crown Prince doing that. And then there he was, one criminal who actually thrust that same glorious imperial face to his thing.

And that was probably his biggest crime to date!

He stared at him, flustered and wide-eyed. "Spit it out!"

Xavier raised a brow, amused. "Spit it out?"

"I-I mean—don’t swallow that—it’s—it’s—"

Xavier laughed. Not unkindly, but warm and low, the sound of it vibrating through the room like velvet.

"Too late," he said with a grin, the corners of his lips glistening ever so faintly. "It’s all mine now."

Luca flushed harder.

But Xavier tilted his head, pretending to contemplate something. "Although...now that I think about it, you might not want to kiss me anymore. Not after that."

The little guide’s eyes widened.

Then narrowed.

And in a rare show of defiance—born not of pride but of emotion—the little chipmunk who was most definitely a fox surged forward.

His kiss was clumsy.

Messy.

But determined, and the prince’s breath was caught in his throat as their mouths met—warm, tender, electric.

He hadn’t expected Luca to rush to kiss him like this. But then again, his wife had always surprised him.

And now, as this flushed beauty kissed him—soft and brave and oh so sweet—Xavier felt the need to live up to serving him.

He returned the kiss slowly, cautiously at first, but when Luca didn’t pull back, when he instead deepened it just slightly, Xavier’s hand came up to cradle the back of his head.

He opened his mouth, letting Luca taste what he had once feared would scare him away.

But Luca didn’t flinch.

He pressed closer.

Their tongues met briefly, just a flicker—and that was enough.

Enough to make Xavier groan softly against his lips.

When they finally pulled back, both were flushed and breathless.

Luca stared at him, stunned at himself. "I wanted to kiss you," he whispered.

Xavier’s lips tilted, eyes shining with amusement. "That was a very good kiss."

Still tangled up with him, Luca hesitated, then bit his lower lip before asking, "Was that...everything?"

Xavier blinked at him. "Everything?"

Luca nodded slowly, cheeks pink. "I thought maybe... if that was it, it wasn’t so bad. So maybe...you won’t have to leave next time."

The prince chuckled, thumb brushing over Luca’s cheek. "That wasn’t what ’everything’ meant. If anything, that was just an appetizer."

And all he could think about was how he wanted to be bonded to him, and to give this man everything that he possibly could.

But because he wanted to.

What could he possibly even say to that?