Breaking the Titan's Bed

Valeria's POV

I lay there, my body still trembling from the waves of pleasure he had forced out of me. My breath was uneven, my mind clouded with lingering heat, and yet—despite everything—I found myself craving more.

Samuel Gebb… this mortal… he had no idea what he had awakened inside me.

I turned my head, locking eyes with those mesmerizing emerald-green orbs of his. There was a glint of mischief in them, a confidence that made my stomach twist in anticipation. How dare he look at me like that? How dare he make me feel so… mortal?

His lips curled into a smirk as he ran a hand through his slightly damp hair, still towering over me with that maddening presence of his. Then, in that infuriatingly calm voice, he asked, "Well, the bathroom is done. Wanna continue this in your bed?"

My body reacted before my mind could catch up. A shiver ran down my spine, a mixture of irritation and undeniable excitement. I hated how easily he unraveled me, how effortlessly he made me surrender to these instincts I had long buried.

I propped myself up on my elbows, my golden eyes narrowing as I glared at him. "You're too cocky for a mortal, Samuel." My voice was hoarse, betraying the exhaustion and satisfaction still lingering in my bones.

He chuckled, stepping closer, his bare chest inches from mine. "And yet, you're the one who's still lying there, unable to move," he taunted, his fingers tracing lazy circles over my exposed skin.

Damn him.

I refused to let him have the last word. With a sudden burst of energy, I grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him down, flipping our positions so I was now straddling him. His surprised chuckle sent vibrations through my core.

Leaning down, I brushed my lips against his ear, my voice sultry and commanding. "You think you've conquered me, mortal? I am Valeria, Queen of the Titans. No one controls me."

His hands found my waist, his grip firm as he looked up at me, utterly unfazed. "Then prove it," he whispered, that damn smirk still on his face.

A challenge.

My lips curled into a predatory grin as I whispered back, "I intend to."

With a snap of my fingers, the room around us shifted, the bathroom melting away as the grand expanse of my royal chambers materialized before us. The massive bed, draped in black and gold silks, awaited us in the center.

Samuel's eyes flickered with amusement. "Now, that's more like it."

Tonight was far from over.

The gentle light of the early dawn filtered through the silken drapes of my royal chamber as I lay there, my body still humming with the echoes of our passion. Samuel's emerald green eyes bore into mine, and in that moment, I knew I wanted more—more than just this physical ecstasy.

I brushed a stray lock of crimson hair from my face and, with a teasing smile, asked softly,

"Samuel, did your past self truly hate Abigail Bardot?"

He looked at me with that familiar, irreverent smirk as he casually ran his fingers through his hair, the motion drawing my gaze to the faint scar on his forehead.

"Oh, please, Valeria. Abigail is nothing but a waste of space in a poorly written novel."

I leaned in closer, my eyes narrowing playfully as I reached out and traced the scar with a delicate fingertip.

"What a shame," I murmured, and in that moment, my touch healed the mark instantly.

"Now better—because no matter what happens, you must always look charming. And that wretch... she's not even worth it."

I paused, letting the weight of my words sink in, then continued with a bitter chuckle,

"Abigail Bardot—sleeping with other men in her own marital bed. A disgrace, Valeria. If she truly cared for him, she wouldn't do such a thing."

Samuel's eyes flashed with amusement and a hint of scorn as he replied,

"Exactly. When you betray someone who deserves your loyalty, you not only waste his trust—you tarnish your own soul."

I smiled, a mix of satisfaction and lingering desire warming my chest.

"I must say, it's quite ironic. Such an elegant face, marred by a single scar—a reminder of an unfaithful past. Yet here you are, standing before me, whole again."

He chuckled softly, a sound that made my heart flutter.

"I've learned to leave the past where it belongs—buried in old, forgotten novels."

I reached out, my fingers lightly brushing his cheek as I whispered,

"And that is why I find you so irresistible, Samuel. Your strength, your defiance, even your scars—they're proof that you've fought battles that few could ever imagine."

He lowered his gaze for a moment, as if lost in thought, then looked back up with a smirk.

"I suppose, in a twisted way, my failures make my victories all the sweeter."

I laughed softly, a warm sound in the quiet of the chamber.

"Perhaps. But you must remember, even a mortal like you can leave a lasting impression on a Titan Queen."

Samuel's eyes softened as he pulled me closer, his voice husky with lingering desire,

"Valeria, tonight you made me feel things I never thought possible. Not even centuries of existence could prepare me for this."

I looked into his eyes, my own passion blazing as I replied,

"Then let us never forget that even in our darkest moments, we can find something worth cherishing."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered,

"Then let's ensure that both our names, yours and mine, are remembered—for all the right reasons."

I shuddered, letting his words wrap around me like a promise. In that intimate space between us—where power met vulnerability and passion intertwined with truth—I knew we had both forged a new destiny. And for that fleeting, precious moment, all that mattered was the connection we shared, beyond the scars of our past and the betrayals that had once defined us.

We lay there, entangled in each other's arms, the whispers of a new future echoing softly around us, as we drifted into a peaceful, contented silence.