His eyes burned with desire as he moved faster and deeper, and I couldn't help but moan, "Ahhhh—so good!"
Between our heated kisses, I bit his chest and demanded, "Tell , you bastard—after making beg for you, you think I'll let you finish outside?"
He smirked wickedly and, with a low, teasing growl, replied, "Then make say it, or I'll stop pounding you."
My pulse raced as I pulled him closer, my voice dripping with lust and challenge, "Don't you dare—cum inside, now! I want every inch of you, and nothing less!"
He thrust deeper, and I cried out, "Ahhhhhhh! So good!" as our bodies moved in perfect, shaless harmony.
Between our mingled moans, his breath hot against my ear, he teased, "You already know what I an, my Queen. But if you want to say it, you'll have to make ; otherwise, I'll keep on like this."
I glared at him, defiant yet overco by passion, "You bastard—how dare you challenge ! I'm not going to let anyone, not even you, stop my pleasure."
In that charged mont, every touch, every thrust, every whispered command ignited further until I felt utterly consud by the ecstasy we shared.
"Ahhhh, Henry! Harder! Don't you dare stop!!"
I moaned shalessly as he pounded into rcilessly, his movents flawless, powerful, and relentless—like the unstoppable beast he was.
His grip on my waist tightened, his breath hot against my skin, and I felt my entire body quiver under his dominance.
"Ahhhhhhh! I'm cumming—it's so much!!!"
My vision blurred, my body shuddering violently as waves of pleasure consud .
But just as I thought he was done—
Henry wasn't.
Without warning, he lifted effortlessly and carried to the kitchen, placing on the cold marble counter.
The contrast between the chill of the stone and the heat of our bodies made shudder with anticipation.
He smirked down at , his golden eyes gleaming with mischief.
"What's wrong, my Queen?" he teased, his fingers tracing along my thigh. "Already too sensitive?"
I bit my lip, refusing to let him win.
"You think I can't handle you?" I challenged, gripping his sculpted arms.
His grin widened, and without another word, he slamd into again, making cry out in pleasure.
"Ahhh—Henry!!"
My back arched, my nails digging into his shoulders as he pushed further into madness.
Through my haze of pleasure, I gritted my teeth and demanded—
"Tell ... Who's better? or that pathetic Katerina?!"
I wanted to hear it.
I wanted him to say it.
That I was superior.
That Katerina was nothing compared to .
I wanted to erase every mory of that woman from his mind—until all he could think about... was .
In that heated mont, as he moved even deeper, he murmured,
"Your body is absolutely perfect—irresistible. We were made for each other. I want you, not that treacherous woman. I'll fill you with my passion until you shine like a lioness in full bloom."
I felt a surge of both desire and defiance. My mind roiled with the familiar blend of longing and anger.
I thought to myself, "A lioness, am I? And if he ever has the nerve to refer to our future children as re 'cubs,' I'll make sure he regrets every word."
Even as his touch intensified, I pressed my lips against his, my voice rough with passion and nace,
"Don't you dare. I'm not letting you finish until I feel everything. I want you completely—inside , every bit of you."
His eyes sparkled with mischief as he whispered against my ear,
"Then I'll give you all of , my Queen."
In that mont, with our bodies entwined and our desires laid bare, I knew one thing for certain:
No one—especially not that cheating wretch—ever had a right to take what belongs to .
I vowed silently, as I tightened my embrace, that every part of belonged only to him, and I would never let anyone compare.
After leaving the kitchen, Henry guided to the couch. Once we reached it, his relentless energy took over as he began to pound with a fervor that left breathless. I cried out in raw pleasure, my voice echoing in the empty penthouse, "Ahhhh, Henry, harder! Don't stop—I need more!"
Henry's eyes glead with that familiar, teasing smirk as he adjusted his position, drawing close. Soon, he sat back, and I found myself riding him with abandon, our bodies moving in a passionate, almost animalistic rhythm. In that mont, all the despair of my past life lted away, replaced by a heady surge of ecstasy that made feel transford—from the Queen of Despair into the Queen of Pleasure.
Between our moans and whispered commands, Henry teased in a low, seductive tone, "Tell , my queen, do you want to take the lead?"
I pulled him closer, my lips pressed against his, and replied with a sultry smirk, "You damn bastard—you know exactly what I need. I want you to own completely."
As our bodies collided in a rhythm that felt both ancient and brand new, I marveled at the perfection of his form—every muscle defined, every thrust sending shivers down my spine. I could almost see my own reflection in his eyes: fierce, unyielding, and insatiably alive.
In that mont, I felt a wild, unapologetic hunger. "I'm yours, Henry. And I want every part of you—there's nothing I desire more," I whispered against his ear, my voice trembling with lust and the weight of a long-suppressed passion.
Henry's laughter, dark and satisfied, mingled with our mingled moans as he continued, "Then let's not waste any more ti."
And so, as we lost ourselves in the intense heat of our union on that plush couch, every touch, every whisper, reaffird what I had always known deep inside: he was mine, and no one—no pathetic substitute, no treacherous ex—would ever co between us again.
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