"I-I...ah Lyo.."
"I need words, Elara. Is this what you've been dreaming about for the past two years?" He sneered before going lower and lower to my body, ripping the blanket off of me with no remorse, exposing me even further as his icy cold fingers immediately found my warm core, causing it to send sensations up and down my spine after being touched like this.
"Did you fantasize about me pounding into you for hours with you under me, when you would occasionally touch yourself back in the village, hmm? God, you're so fucking wet for me already, such a shameless little Queen you are for your King,"
His long fingers teased my outer lips before separating them, touching my clit and forming circles on it with his index fingers, making me a moaning mess as his other hand pinned my arms above my head to restrain me.
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I was never meant to stand beside a king.
In a world where women are chosen, controlled, and silenced, I refused to belong. I was nothing, just a girl who asked too many questions and broke too many rules.
Then he chose me.
Lysandros is power, danger, and everything I should fear. One look at him should have sent me running. Instead, it pulled me closer. Into his world. Into his darkness.
Now I am caught between who I used to be and the woman I am becoming.
Because in his world, love is not soft.
It is possession. It is power.
And once a king chooses you… there is no escape.
