Aurelia – A Queen Who Craved More

(Aurelia's POV – A Queen Unraveled)

Before I could even process what was happening, he flipped me effortlessly, his lips trailing down my spine, leaving behind a sensation that sent a shudder through me.

My mind was clouded—my body responding before I could form a coherent thought.

Then—a sudden jolt of pleasure mixed with shock.

"Ahhh…!" My voice escaped before I could stop it, my fingers gripping the sheets beneath me.

Henry stilled for a brief moment, and then—a low chuckle.

"Oops—wrong entrance," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement.

I knew he did it on purpose.

That arrogant, insufferable mortal.

But instead of anger, I felt something far more dangerous.

I wanted him to keep going.

As he moved, his breath brushed against my ear, his tone dripping with teasing dominance.

"If you talk dirty, Aurelia, I might just give you something even better."

A deep heat coiled inside me at his words.

I had never let anyone take control of me.

Yet, in this moment, I realized, I didn't just allow it. I craved it.

As he moved, his grip on me tightened, pulling me effortlessly against him.

I gasped, my breath shaky, my body overwhelmed by the sheer dominance in his touch.

"You insolent mortal!" I managed to say, my voice uneven. "What—what do you think you're doing?!"

He only chuckled, his lips brushing against my neck, his breath sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

"This," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement, "is called the sitting position."

Then, his grip firmed, his tone turning into something far more wicked. His words were a challenge, his voice dripping with undeniable authority.

"Say something dirty—something only us mortals would dare to say."

I shuddered, my pride and my desire locked in a battle I was losing.

I met his gaze, golden against golden, and for the first time in my eternal reign, I surrendered.

"Fine, mortal." My voice was breathless, my body betraying me. "Go harder. Deeper. Faster."

His smirk deepened, his grip tightening.

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

And then—he moved.

I gasped, my hands gripping onto him, my mind unraveling, my body burning with something I had never experienced before.

"Ahhh…! Ahhhh…!"

It was intense, consuming, completely overwhelming.

For the first time in thousands of years, I let go.

I lost myself.

And when the final wave of pleasure crashed over me, my entire form trembled, my breath stolen from my very lungs.

I could barely think, barely breathe.

Then—his voice, amused, taunting, victorious.

"Well… should I keep going?" He leaned close, his golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Because you already came."

I stiffened, my face heating at the boldness of his words.

These mortals and their shameless tongues.

My breath was still uneven, my body trembling from the overwhelming sensation I had just experienced.

And yet—I wasn't satisfied.

Not even close.

Henry leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice deep, husky, and laced with undeniable amusement.

"Tell me, Aurelia…" he whispered, his tone dripping with wicked intent. "What do you want to do?"

I shivered, my pride warring with my desire once again.

I had spent eternities commanding others. Celestials, warriors, even kings—all had bowed before me.

Yet here I was, reduced to this.

Because of him.

This insufferable, arrogant, powerful mortal.

I swallowed hard, my hands instinctively tightening around his arms, feeling the sheer strength beneath his skin.

I wanted to say it.

I needed to say it.

But admitting it meant surrendering completely.

His smirk deepened, as if he could sense my hesitation.

"Come on, Your Majesty," he teased, pressing closer, his breath hot against my skin. "Say it."

A sharp breath escaped me.

And finally—

I broke.

I lifted my gaze to his, my golden eyes burning with need.

"I want more."

Henry grinned, victorious.

"Good."

Before I could regain control of myself, Henry moved again, shifting our positions with a fluidity that made my breath hitch.

Suddenly, I was looking into a massive golden mirror, its surface glowing with celestial energy, reflecting everything.

My eyes widened as I took in the image—our bare bodies intertwined, my form completely exposed, vulnerable… claimed.

"You shameless mortal!" I gasped, my face burning as I tried to turn away. "What is this?!"

His grin was wicked, his golden eyes filled with dark amusement as he leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear.

"This?" His voice was deep, teasing, filled with dominance. "This is another position we mortals enjoy."

I clenched my jaw, heat pooling in my stomach at his tone—at the way he spoke to me without an ounce of hesitation.

"Look at yourself, Aurelia," he murmured, his grip tightening as he moved again, smoothly, relentlessly. "Fully bare, completely exposed… and taking everything I give you."

My breath shattered.

"Ahhh…!" The pleasure crashed through me once more, unexpected and uncontrollable.

I gripped the edge of the mirror, my celestial pride shattered beneath the force of my own surrender.

How?

How had he reduced me to this?

And yet—I craved it.

Then, his chuckling voice pulled me back.

"Now, let's see…" he whispered, his tone filled with pure, arrogant satisfaction.

"Mortal—Three. Queen—Zero."

I stiffened, my pride roaring back through the haze of pleasure.

I met his gaze in the reflection, golden against golden, and my fingers curled into fists.

"You arrogant mortal," I breathed, my body still trembling. "Do not think I will let you win so easily."

His smirk deepened, his grip firming.

"Oh? Then try to keep up, Your Majesty."

And as he moved once more, as the reflection burned itself into my memory, I realized he will make me crave for him more.