(Celestial Queen's POV)
A warmth I had never known consud .
It wasn't just physical. It was sothing deeper, primal, uncontrollable.
A celestial being such as myself should have had absolute dominance. I was the ruler of the skies, the Queen of all that was divine.
And yet—this mortal had undone .
His touch sent shivers through my being, unraveling the composure I had upheld for millennia. My fingers tightened in his hair, my breath coming faster, my body betraying in ways I had never imagined possible.
"Ahhh..." My voice was breathless, foreign even to my own ears.
I had never yielded before. Never allowed anyone to touch in this way.
But Henry...
He was not just anyone.
His presence commanded , his touch burned , and his gaze—filled with desire and reverence alike—made feel sothing I had never allowed myself to crave.
More.
I wanted more.
His hands traced worshipfully over my form, exploring like I was the only thing that mattered in all of creation.
"You're trembling," he whispered against my skin, his tone filled with pure, male satisfaction.
I tried to compose myself, to summon my usual regal deanor, but as soon as his lips pressed just below my collarbone, a sharp gasp escaped again.
"You... You arrogant mortal," I managed to breathe, my fingers gripping his shoulders.
His golden eyes flickered with amusent, but behind them was sothing undeniable—an unshakable dominance.
I had ruled for millennia. I had taken warriors, kings, even celestial beings to my bed—but none had ever made feel like this.
This mortal—no, this man—was unlike any other.
As he stood before , his golden eyes gleaming with undeniable confidence, I felt sothing I had never allowed myself to feel. Want. Anticipation.
When he shed the last of his clothing, my breath hitched.
His body was beyond perfection—sculpted not just by power, but by sheer will, by battles fought, by victories won. A form so flawless that even gods would envy him.
And when he smirked, his voice teasing, yet laced with command—
"Look what you've done, Queen."
I felt sothing stir deep within .
Sothing dangerous.
Sothing I couldn't control.
Before I could stop myself, my hands reached for him, claiming him as he had already claid . Our lips crashed together, the space between us erased, our bodies pressing against one another in a way that felt both inevitable and forbidden.
Heat. Power. Desire.
I gasped, overwheld, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he pulled closer, as if daring to submit to the feeling.
Then he stilled, his breath warm against my skin.
His voice was low, demanding, but laced with sothing deeper—an unspoken promise.
"Tell now... what's your na?"
For a mont, I hesitated.
No one had ever asked.
No one had ever deserved to know.
But as I gazed into his eyes, a man who had defied gods, a man who had made a Queen tremble—
I whispered, for the first ti in eons, my true na.
"Aurelia."
His smirk softened, his golden gaze dark with satisfaction.
"Aurelia." He repeated it slowly, as if claiming it. Claiming .
And in that mont, under the celestial glow of my own kingdom—
I realized I would never see this mortal the sa way again.
His hands road over with a confidence that no one—not even celestial kings—had ever dared to show.
He touched like he had the right to. Like my body wasn't just so untouchable divine vessel but sothing real, tangible—his to explore.
When his lips trailed lower, his breath warm against my skin, I felt a shudder that was foreign to .
"Aurelia," he murmured, his voice thick with sothing unshakable. His golden gaze flickered up at , filled with worship and hunger in equal asure. "You are so beautiful here."
I gasped as he cupped , his touch sending a strange thrill through . My wings twitched behind —if they were still there.
I could barely think.
"N-No one has ever—"
"I can tell." He smirked, trailing kisses over my skin, his words teasing, yet filled with undeniable reverence.
Then his hands tightened slightly, molding over my form as if morizing every inch of .
"Such a perfect figure," he murmured, his tone deepening. "It would be a cri if I didn't give you what you want."
My face burned, my breath quickened.
The worst part?
He wasn't wrong.
I wanted it. I wanted him.
A celestial queen, untouched for eons, had been reduced to this—craving a mortal, trembling under his gaze.
"This is embarrassing," I whispered, turning my face slightly.
He chuckled—low, knowing, entirely too pleased.
"Why?" he mused, moving over smoothly, his presence suffocating in the best way. "You're divine, Aurelia. Shouldn't you take whatever you desire?"
I swallowed hard.
"That's the problem," I admitted breathlessly, gripping the silk sheets beneath .
He tilted my chin back, forcing to look at him, his expression dark with satisfaction.
"Then let yourself have it."
I shivered.
Because in that mont, I knew.
I wasn't just enjoying this.
I was losing myself to him.
And worse?
I was starting to think I might never want to stop.
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