The Mortal Who Ruled Me

(Celestial Queen's POV)

A warmth I had never known consumed me.

It wasn't just physical. It was something deeper, primal, uncontrollable.

A celestial being such as myself should have had absolute dominance. I was the ruler of the skies, the Queen of all that was divine.

And yet—this mortal had undone me.

His touch sent shivers through my being, unraveling the composure I had upheld for millennia. My fingers tightened in his hair, my breath coming faster, my body betraying me in ways I had never imagined possible.

"Ahhh…" My voice was breathless, foreign even to my own ears.

I had never yielded before. Never allowed anyone to touch me in this way.

But Henry…

He was not just anyone.

His presence commanded me, his touch burned me, and his gaze—filled with desire and reverence alike—made me feel something I had never allowed myself to crave.

More.

I wanted more.

His hands traced worshipfully over my form, exploring me like I was the only thing that mattered in all of creation.

"You're trembling," he whispered against my skin, his tone filled with pure, male satisfaction.

I tried to compose myself, to summon my usual regal demeanor, but as soon as his lips pressed just below my collarbone, a sharp gasp escaped me again.

"You… You arrogant mortal," I managed to breathe, my fingers gripping his shoulders.

His golden eyes flickered with amusement, but behind them was something undeniable—an unshakable dominance.

I had ruled for millennia. I had taken warriors, kings, even celestial beings to my bed—but none had ever made me feel like this.

This mortal—no, this man—was unlike any other.

As he stood before me, his golden eyes gleaming with undeniable confidence, I felt something I had never allowed myself to feel. Want. Anticipation.

When he shed the last of his clothing, my breath hitched.

His body was beyond perfection—sculpted not just by power, but by sheer will, by battles fought, by victories won. A form so flawless that even gods would envy him.

And when he smirked, his voice teasing, yet laced with command—

"Look what you've done, Queen."

I felt something stir deep within me.

Something dangerous.

Something I couldn't control.

Before I could stop myself, my hands reached for him, claiming him as he had already claimed me. Our lips crashed together, the space between us erased, our bodies pressing against one another in a way that felt both inevitable and forbidden.

Heat. Power. Desire.

I gasped, overwhelmed, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he pulled me closer, as if daring me to submit to the feeling.

Then he stilled, his breath warm against my skin.

His voice was low, demanding, but laced with something deeper—an unspoken promise.

"Tell me now… what's your name?"

For a moment, I hesitated.

No one had ever asked.

No one had ever deserved to know.

But as I gazed into his eyes, a man who had defied gods, a man who had made a Queen tremble—

I whispered, for the first time in eons, my true name.

"Aurelia."

His smirk softened, his golden gaze dark with satisfaction.

"Aurelia." He repeated it slowly, as if claiming it. Claiming me.

And in that moment, under the celestial glow of my own kingdom—

I realized I would never see this mortal the same way again.

His hands roamed over me with a confidence that no one—not even celestial kings—had ever dared to show.

He touched me like he had the right to. Like my body wasn't just some untouchable divine vessel but something real, tangible—his to explore.

When his lips trailed lower, his breath warm against my skin, I felt a shudder that was foreign to me.

"Aurelia," he murmured, his voice thick with something unshakable. His golden gaze flickered up at me, filled with worship and hunger in equal measure. "You are so beautiful here."

I gasped as he cupped me, his touch sending a strange thrill through me. My wings twitched behind me—if they were still there.

I could barely think.

"N-No one has ever—"

"I can tell." He smirked, trailing kisses over my skin, his words teasing, yet filled with undeniable reverence.

Then his hands tightened slightly, molding over my form as if memorizing every inch of me.

"Such a perfect figure," he murmured, his tone deepening. "It would be a crime if I didn't give you what you want."

My face burned, my breath quickened.

The worst part?

He wasn't wrong.

I wanted it. I wanted him.

A celestial queen, untouched for eons, had been reduced to this—craving a mortal, trembling under his gaze.

"This is embarrassing," I whispered, turning my face slightly.

He chuckled—low, knowing, entirely too pleased.

"Why?" he mused, moving over me smoothly, his presence suffocating in the best way. "You're divine, Aurelia. Shouldn't you take whatever you desire?"

I swallowed hard.

"That's the problem," I admitted breathlessly, gripping the silk sheets beneath me.

He tilted my chin back, forcing me to look at him, his expression dark with satisfaction.

"Then let yourself have it."

I shivered.

Because in that moment, I knew.

I wasn't just enjoying this.

I was losing myself to him.

And worse?

I was starting to think I might never want to stop.