The Queen’s Triumph

(Nocturne's POV – The Aftermath of Ecstasy)

In the haze of our passion, as he finally came inside me, I released my hold, my body trembling with the aftermath of ecstasy. My senses were awash in pleasure, every nerve ending alight with raw intensity. Amid the lingering heat, I heard him murmur in my ear with a teasing, satisfied tone:

"The score is Henry three and Nocturne is one."

I pulled back slightly, my eyes flashing with a mix of lust and defiant triumph.

I laughed breathlessly, my voice husky as I retorted,

"Oh, you insolent bastard—always thinking you're so clever. But you know I'm not one to be outdone."

He grinned, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Then what will it be, my Queen? Should I continue leading, or do you want to take over?" he teased, his tone dripping with playful arrogance.

I pressed my lips against his again, my heartbeat racing, and whispered,

"Don't you dare stop until I'm completely yours."

His laughter was low and seductive as he resumed his rhythm, every thrust sending me into deeper waves of pleasure.

Between our mingled moans, I managed to gasp out,

"I want it all—every inch of you belongs only to me."

He pulled me closer until our naked bodies melded together, and for a moment, all that existed was the intoxicating connection between us.

As the intensity built, his words slithered into my ear once more,

"Tell me, my Queen—do you want me to keep going, or should I take a break?"

I shuddered at the delicious torment in his voice, replying with a breathless laugh,

"Don't even think about it. I'm not letting you stop until every part of me is overwhelmed."

Our moans echoed through the room, mingling with the soft hum of the city beyond our penthouse. Every whispered word, every tender command, reaffirmed what I knew deep down: I was his—completely, irrevocably.

In that moment of unparalleled ecstasy, as I looked into his eyes, I knew that nothing and no one—no treacherous ex, no bitter rival—could ever come between us. The world might call us enemies, or accuse us of playing with fire, but here in our private haven, we reigned supreme.

"Henry," I murmured against his skin, "you're perfect. And no one, not even that wretched Katerina Maa, can compare."

He chuckled softly, his hand gently stroking my hair as he continued to hold me close.

"Then consider it settled, my Queen," he whispered.

And as we lay there together, every touch, every lingering kiss, every shared sigh sealed our bond—a promise that we would rule our world together, fiercely and without compromise.

I was breathless, trembling, my body still tingling from the overwhelming pleasure he had just given me.

And yet—this idiot…

Instead of teasing me, instead of taking me to another room to continue our reckless passion, Henry suddenly wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me into a warm embrace.

"Let's stay like this for a while," he murmured against my ear, his voice soft, almost vulnerable.

I blinked. What?

He held me closer, pressing his forehead against mine, his breath still uneven. "I want to feel complete. Three damn lives… and it took four hours of sex for me to understand my feelings."

I froze.

Then, I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"You idiot."

Even after three lives, after centuries of battles, betrayals, and suffering, this man was still so dense.

I leaned against his bare chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his twin heartbeats.

And for a moment… I understood him.

We were warriors.

We were never allowed to stop.

Never allowed to just… feel.

And yet, here we were.

Holding each other like two people who never wanted to let go.

I let out a slow breath, running my fingers through his messy hairs.

"Maybe I should go and kill the person who wrote those cheating stories," I muttered.

Henry chuckled, his grip on me tightening. "Wouldn't blame you."

I closed my eyes. "I just want our first life back."

He stilled.

"Where we could enjoy our youth," I whispered. "Where we could just be who we were at the beginning."

Silence filled the space between us.

Then, Henry pressed a gentle kiss against my temple.

"Then let's find a way."

And for the first time in three lifetimes—

I allowed myself to believe him.

Our eyes locked, the hunger still burning between us, even after four hours of relentless, breathtaking passion. My body was spent, but my desire for him was insatiable.

We were tangled together on the plush sofa of my penthouse, our naked bodies still slick with sweat. His golden eyes gleamed with amusement, tracing the curves of my flushed skin. As we leaned in for a slow, tender kiss—

SLAP!

"Ahhh!!!" I gasped, my entire body jolting as a sharp sting radiated from my ass.

I turned to glare at him, my lips parting in a mixture of shock and arousal.

"You damn fuck! That was a perfect moment, Henry!" I growled, fisting the cushions beneath me.

But that damn smirk of his—infuriating, smug, utterly intoxicating—made my insides twist with need all over again. I wanted to devour him. Or maybe… I wanted to be devoured by him. Right here, right now, on this very sofa.

He chuckled, lazily dragging his fingers across my thigh, his touch feather-light, teasing.

"Oh? Did I ruin your little fairytale moment, my Queen?"

I narrowed my eyes.

"You are insufferable."

His hand slid up my waist, gripping firmly as he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear.

"And yet, you still want more."

Damn it. He was right.

My heart pounded as his lips brushed against my neck, teasing, ghosting over my pulse just enough to drive me insane.

"Say it," he murmured. "Tell me what you want."

I clenched my teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

"You already know."

He tsked, trailing his fingers down my stomach, his touch infuriatingly slow.

"Now, now, Nocturne. I want to hear you beg."

My pride flared. My desire burned. And this bastard—this bastard knew exactly how to torment me.

"Henry, you bastard—"

SLAP! Another sharp sting against my ass made me gasp, my breath hitching.

His deep chuckle rumbled against my skin.

"Try again."

My hands curled into the sofa, my entire body trembling with frustration and anticipation.

"Damn you," I exhaled, my voice ragged. "Fine. I want you. I want all of you, right here. On this sofa. In this penthouse. I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow."

His smirk widened, predatory and triumphant.

"Now, that's my Queen."

With a swift motion, he flipped me over, pressing me against the cushions, his body covering mine completely. His voice was dark, teasing, filled with wicked promises.

"Then let's see if you can handle what you're asking for."

And just like that, the night was far from over.