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It would be too much, too raw, and too rough if his gasps over my ear weren’t so tender and tortured. If I couldn’t feel how I’m taking Jace as hard as he’s claiming me.
We can’t speak, can’t stop, can’t care who’s watching when it’s just us. It’s just his hand, turning my lips to meet his, his mouth rasping over mine. “Fuck, Viv. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come so hard inside you, I’m gonna see the light while I fill up your pussy.”
With his other hand, he pinches my sensitive clit, and I find the light first, coming again. I dive into a shuddering moan with my cunt clenching his cock that won’t stop. Won’t relent. Won’t let me go.
His thrusts hurt so good, his groans so sublime, it’s a complete surrender as his muscles finally shake, his deep voice grunting my name before I feel him still inside me, his cock pulsing, filling me, making me tremble with him.
Moments turn into minutes of us panting, kissing, sighing our love, and finding our world again. It’s so silent and sacred until a camera’s click brings us back into focus.
Sated, I smile at Delphine, lowering the camera, her face glowing for us. “Beautiful,” she whispers.
“You okay, baby?” Jace breathes over my ear.
“Very.” I sigh, contented, still hanging on to his throne.
“Good.” Slowly, he leaves my body gaping open, his dick glistening as I watch him walk over and take the camera from Delphine.
By my guess, there can only be one shot left on that roll of film when he returns to my side, lifting my chin for his kiss before he decrees, “We have to officially make you my queen.”
I laugh softly. “Isn’t that what we just did?”
“Not yet.”
He lifts away, stepping behind me. I look over my shoulder while he focuses the lens on me.
His next command is the most beastly thing I’ve ever heard.
“Now, let me watch my queen’s pussy drip my cum onto my throne. Anoint it like a good girl for me.”
Reaching down, I rub my excited clit, feeling my opening proudly drip his seed. It makes me come, loving him and this lewd act.
Marking Jace.
My king.
As mine.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
VIVIAN
I once readhow our brain constantly reshapes itself. How it’ll prune away neural connections we don’t need, even ones that have hurt us, so that new ones can bloom.
I believe it because I don’t need shame anymore.
It can die in the ashes of my past.
My mind won’t allow it because my body can’t feel it. Not when I’m in Jace’s arms. Not when I trust his touch. Not when I’m surrounded by love.
“What’s next?” I whisper as he carries me back to the platform.
Gently, he lies me down. “We wait until you’re ready to receive your second king.”
I arch an amused brow. “Receive?”
“He means until you’re ready to fuck Zar.” The man himself grins from his throne.
I grin back, relaxed and ready, but Wren jumps up from Sire’s lap. Naked, she shimmies. “Let’s take a pee break first.”
