(Aurelia's POV – A Queen Unraveled)
Before I could even process what was happening, he flipped effortlessly, his lips trailing down my spine, leaving behind a sensation that sent a shudder through .
My mind was clouded—my body responding before I could form a coherent thought.
Then—a sudden jolt of pleasure mixed with shock.
"Ahhh...!" My voice escaped before I could stop it, my fingers gripping the sheets beneath .
Henry stilled for a brief mont, and then—a low chuckle.
"Oops—wrong entrance," he murmured, his voice thick with amusent.
I knew he did it on purpose.
That arrogant, insufferable mortal.
But instead of anger, I felt sothing far more dangerous.
I wanted him to keep going.
As he moved, his breath brushed against my ear, his tone dripping with teasing dominance.
"If you talk dirty, Aurelia, I might just give you sothing even better."
A deep heat coiled inside at his words.
I had never let anyone take control of .
Yet, in this mont, I realized, I didn't just allow it. I craved it.
As he moved, his grip on tightened, pulling effortlessly against him.
I gasped, my breath shaky, my body overwheld by the sheer dominance in his touch.
"You insolent mortal!" I managed to say, my voice uneven. "What—what do you think you're doing?!"
He only chuckled, his lips brushing against my neck, his breath sending a delicious shiver down my spine.
"This," he murmured, his voice thick with amusent, "is called the sitting position."
Then, his grip fird, his tone turning into sothing far more wicked. His words were a challenge, his voice dripping with undeniable authority.
"Say sothing dirty—sothing only us mortals would dare to say."
I shuddered, my pride and my desire locked in a battle I was losing.
I t his gaze, golden against golden, and for the first ti in my eternal reign, I surrendered.
"Fine, mortal." My voice was breathless, my body betraying . "Go harder. Deeper. Faster."
His smirk deepened, his grip tightening.
"As you wish, Your Majesty."
And then—he moved.
I gasped, my hands gripping onto him, my mind unraveling, my body burning with sothing I had never experienced before.
"Ahhh...! Ahhhh...!"
It was intense, consuming, completely overwhelming.
For the first ti in thousands of years, I let go.
I lost myself.
And when the final wave of pleasure crashed over , my entire form trembled, my breath stolen from my very lungs.
I could barely think, barely breathe.
Then—his voice, amused, taunting, victorious.
"Well... should I keep going?" He leaned close, his golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Because you already ca."
I stiffened, my face heating at the boldness of his words.
These mortals and their shaless tongues.
My breath was still uneven, my body trembling from the overwhelming sensation I had just experienced.
And yet—I wasn't satisfied.
Not even close.
Henry leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice deep, husky, and laced with undeniable amusent.
"Tell , Aurelia..." he whispered, his tone dripping with wicked intent. "What do you want to do?"
I shivered, my pride warring with my desire once again.
I had spent eternities commanding others. Celestials, warriors, even kings—all had bowed before .
Yet here I was, reduced to this.
Because of him.
This insufferable, arrogant, powerful mortal.
I swallowed hard, my hands instinctively tightening around his arms, feeling the sheer strength beneath his skin.
I wanted to say it.
I needed to say it.
But admitting it ant surrendering completely.
His smirk deepened, as if he could sense my hesitation.
"Co on, Your Majesty," he teased, pressing closer, his breath hot against my skin. "Say it."
A sharp breath escaped .
And finally—
I broke.
I lifted my gaze to his, my golden eyes burning with need.
"I want more."
Henry grinned, victorious.
"Good."
Before I could regain control of myself, Henry moved again, shifting our positions with a fluidity that made my breath hitch.
Suddenly, I was looking into a massive golden mirror, its surface glowing with celestial energy, reflecting everything.
My eyes widened as I took in the image—our bare bodies intertwined, my form completely exposed, vulnerable... claid.
"You shaless mortal!" I gasped, my face burning as I tried to turn away. "What is this?!"
His grin was wicked, his golden eyes filled with dark amusent as he leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear.
"This?" His voice was deep, teasing, filled with dominance. "This is another position we mortals enjoy."
I clenched my jaw, heat pooling in my stomach at his tone—at the way he spoke to without an ounce of hesitation.
"Look at yourself, Aurelia," he murmured, his grip tightening as he moved again, smoothly, relentlessly. "Fully bare, completely exposed... and taking everything I give you."
My breath shattered.
"Ahhh...!" The pleasure crashed through once more, unexpected and uncontrollable.
I gripped the edge of the mirror, my celestial pride shattered beneath the force of my own surrender.
How?
How had he reduced to this?
And yet—I craved it.
Then, his chuckling voice pulled back.
"Now, let's see..." he whispered, his tone filled with pure, arrogant satisfaction.
"Mortal—Three. Queen—Zero."
I stiffened, my pride roaring back through the haze of pleasure.
I t his gaze in the reflection, golden against golden, and my fingers curled into fists.
"You arrogant mortal," I breathed, my body still trembling. "Do not think I will let you win so easily."
His smirk deepened, his grip firming.
"Oh? Then try to keep up, Your Majesty."
And as he moved once more, as the reflection burned itself into my mory, I realized he will make crave for him more.
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