“No… Ah, no!” Chloe cried, her voice catching in her throat.
Seated beneath her, Damien thrust his hips upwards with a powerful motion, driving himself deeper into her with each movement, the force of gravity amplifying their connection.
“Then give yourself to me.”
“Please… Ah, please…!”
“Say it, my queen.”
“I allow you— ah, please, quickly…!”
Her inner walls, flush and heated, convulsed around him in response to his hammer-like thrusts. As her pleasure reached its peak, she collapsed under its intensity.
“Yes, oh… Ah… Ah! Ah!”
As Chloe climaxed, Damien released his desire within her.
Everything had unfolded just as he had planned. When news reached him that Chloe, the King’s eldest daughter, had finally begun entertaining suitors in earnest, he knew he could wait no longer.
The rumors he had spread, the subtle moves to ensure she would come to him of her own will—those had all been calculated. But her falling in love with him? That had been entirely her own doing.
