A Queen’s Desperation

His eyes burned with desire as he moved faster and deeper, and I couldn't help but moan, "Ahhhh—so good!"

Between our heated kisses, I bit his chest and demanded, "Tell me, you bastard—after making me beg for you, you think I'll let you finish outside?"

He smirked wickedly and, with a low, teasing growl, replied, "Then make me say it, or I'll stop pounding you."

My pulse raced as I pulled him closer, my voice dripping with lust and challenge, "Don't you dare—cum inside, now! I want every inch of you, and nothing less!"

He thrust deeper, and I cried out, "Ahhhhhhh! So good!" as our bodies moved in perfect, shameless harmony.

Between our mingled moans, his breath hot against my ear, he teased, "You already know what I mean, my Queen. But if you want me to say it, you'll have to make me; otherwise, I'll keep on like this."

I glared at him, defiant yet overcome by passion, "You bastard—how dare you challenge me! I'm not going to let anyone, not even you, stop my pleasure."

In that charged moment, every touch, every thrust, every whispered command ignited me further until I felt utterly consumed by the ecstasy we shared.

"Ahhhh, Henry! Harder! Don't you dare stop!!"

I moaned shamelessly as he pounded into me mercilessly, his movements flawless, powerful, and relentless—like the unstoppable beast he was.

His grip on my waist tightened, his breath hot against my skin, and I felt my entire body quiver under his dominance.

"Ahhhhhhh! I'm cumming—it's so much!!!"

My vision blurred, my body shuddering violently as waves of pleasure consumed me.

But just as I thought he was done—

Henry wasn't.

Without warning, he lifted me effortlessly and carried me to the kitchen, placing me on the cold marble counter.

The contrast between the chill of the stone and the heat of our bodies made me shudder with anticipation.

He smirked down at me, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief.

"What's wrong, my Queen?" he teased, his fingers tracing along my thigh. "Already too sensitive?"

I bit my lip, refusing to let him win.

"You think I can't handle you?" I challenged, gripping his sculpted arms.

His grin widened, and without another word, he slammed into me again, making me cry out in pleasure.

"Ahhh—Henry!!"

My back arched, my nails digging into his shoulders as he pushed me further into madness.

Through my haze of pleasure, I gritted my teeth and demanded—

"Tell me… Who's better? Me or that pathetic Katerina?!"

I wanted to hear it.

I wanted him to say it.

That I was superior.

That Katerina was nothing compared to me.

I wanted to erase every memory of that woman from his mind—until all he could think about… was me.

In that heated moment, as he moved even deeper, he murmured,

"Your body is absolutely perfect—irresistible. We were made for each other. I want you, not that treacherous woman. I'll fill you with my passion until you shine like a lioness in full bloom."

I felt a surge of both desire and defiance. My mind roiled with the familiar blend of longing and anger.

I thought to myself, "A lioness, am I? And if he ever has the nerve to refer to our future children as mere 'cubs,' I'll make sure he regrets every word."

Even as his touch intensified, I pressed my lips against his, my voice rough with passion and menace,

"Don't you dare. I'm not letting you finish until I feel everything. I want you completely—inside me, every bit of you."

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he whispered against my ear,

"Then I'll give you all of me, my Queen."

In that moment, with our bodies entwined and our desires laid bare, I knew one thing for certain:

No one—especially not that cheating wretch—ever had a right to take what belongs to me.

I vowed silently, as I tightened my embrace, that every part of me belonged only to him, and I would never let anyone compare.

After leaving the kitchen, Henry guided me to the couch. Once we reached it, his relentless energy took over as he began to pound me with a fervor that left me breathless. I cried out in raw pleasure, my voice echoing in the empty penthouse, "Ahhhh, Henry, harder! Don't stop—I need more!"

Henry's eyes gleamed with that familiar, teasing smirk as he adjusted his position, drawing me close. Soon, he sat back, and I found myself riding him with abandon, our bodies moving in a passionate, almost animalistic rhythm. In that moment, all the despair of my past life melted away, replaced by a heady surge of ecstasy that made me feel transformed—from the Queen of Despair into the Queen of Pleasure.

Between our moans and whispered commands, Henry teased in a low, seductive tone, "Tell me, my queen, do you want me to take the lead?"

I pulled him closer, my lips pressed against his, and replied with a sultry smirk, "You damn bastard—you know exactly what I need. I want you to own me completely."

As our bodies collided in a rhythm that felt both ancient and brand new, I marveled at the perfection of his form—every muscle defined, every thrust sending shivers down my spine. I could almost see my own reflection in his eyes: fierce, unyielding, and insatiably alive.

In that moment, I felt a wild, unapologetic hunger. "I'm yours, Henry. And I want every part of you—there's nothing I desire more," I whispered against his ear, my voice trembling with lust and the weight of a long-suppressed passion.

Henry's laughter, dark and satisfied, mingled with our mingled moans as he continued, "Then let's not waste any more time."

And so, as we lost ourselves in the intense heat of our union on that plush couch, every touch, every whisper, reaffirmed what I had always known deep inside: he was mine, and no one—no pathetic substitute, no treacherous ex—would ever come between us again.