(Aurelia's POV)
Ti had beco aningless.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over , each more intense than the last, until my body—**once divine, untouchable, above all others—**finally surrendered.
Then—the final mont.
"Ahhhh...!" A sharp gasp tore from my lips as my entire form shuddered, overwheld, undone.
I had never felt this way before. Never.
I lay there, breathless, completely spent, my body still trembling as the aftershocks of pleasure coursed through .
And then, just as I was trying to recover from the madness he'd put through, his voice—that smug, insufferable, victorious voice—rang in my ear.
"Anything else you want, Queen?"
I froze.
Then I snapped my head toward him, glaring.
"This bastard..." I muttered under my breath.
After driving insane, after making lose every ounce of composure and control, he had the audacity to ask that?!
I groaned, burying my face in my hands.
"Just... a hug." I mumbled, my voice weaker than I wanted it to be.
Then I glanced around the royal chamber, and my eyes widened.
My bed—broken.
The couch—shattered.
The mirrors—cracked.
Even the divine silk sheets were torn apart like they had been caught in a storm.
I turned back to him in pure shock.
"Henry! You broke my bed and my couch!"
He simply chuckled, that low, wicked sound that had been my downfall since the beginning.
I stared at him, knowing that damn chuckle was exactly why I had been seduced in the first place.
The room was in ruins.
My once immaculate royal chamber, a place where only the highest celestial beings had ever been allowed to step foot, now lay in absolute chaos.
The bed? Broken.
The couch? Shattered beyond recognition.
Even the grand mirror, crafted by divine artisans, was now cracked as if it, too, had been unable to withstand the night.
And at the center of it all—.
Utterly spent.
Completely tad.
Lying against him.
Henry chuckled, the arrogance in his tone making want to glare at him—if only I had the strength left to do so.
"You broke my bed." I muttered, my voice breathless, weak, yet still filled with exasperation.
His golden eyes glead with amusent. "Technically, we broke it, Queen."
I let out a slow breath, refusing to argue.
"And my couch."
"That too." He smirked.
I lifted my head slightly, staring at him. "And you still have the audacity to ask if I want sothing more?"
He shrugged, utterly unapologetic. "Just being polite."
I huffed, burying my face against his chest. "Mortal arrogance truly knows no limits."
He wrapped his arms around , holding effortlessly, his grip firm yet strangely comforting.
"And yet," he mused, his lips brushing against my forehead, "here you are, wrapped in the arms of said arrogant mortal."
I refused to answer.
Because he was right.
I, the Celestial Queen, the ruler of divine beings, the one who had never once yielded to anyone, was now pressed against him, allowing myself to be held—without resistance.
The warmth of his skin, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the way his arms rested protectively around —it was unfamiliar.
And yet... I didn't hate it.
I relaxed against him, my fingers idly tracing against his chest, feeling the powerful muscles beneath my touch.
"You're warm." I whispered, surprised at my own words.
Henry chuckled. "Were you expecting sothing else?"
I sighed. "Celestials do not require warmth."
"And yet, you're curled up against like you need it." His voice was teasing, but there was a depth to it—sothing almost... gentle.
I swallowed. "It's... different."
"Different good?"
I hesitated.
Then, softly, "Yes."
His grip around tightened slightly, his lips pressing another soft kiss to my hair.
"Then get used to it, Aurelia." His voice was lower now, less teasing—more genuine. "Because I'm not letting go."
A strange feeling rose in my chest.
Sothing unfamiliar. Sothing I had not allowed myself to feel in a very long ti.
I lifted my gaze, looking into his golden eyes, searching for the mockery, the arrogance—sothing I could use to push him away.
But there was none.
There was only certainty.
Only him.
I exhaled slowly, allowing myself to relax further, my body molding against his as if it had belonged there all along.
We lay there, wrapped in each other's warmth, the chaos of the night fading into silence.
His hand traced slow, calming circles along my back, the rhythmic motion pulling under.
For the first ti in millennia, I felt sothing beyond just pleasure.
I felt safe.
His voice was the last thing I heard before sleep claid .
"Sleep, Aurelia. I'll still be here when you wake up."
And for the first ti—
I believed him.
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