Chapter 376: No Turning Back

Classic Blackwood

Amal's breath hitched as my lips traveled down her collarbone, her fingers tightening against my arms. There was no hesitation now—only the unspoken understanding between us, the tension that had been building since the moment we stood at that altar.

Her robe slipped further, baring the soft curve of her shoulder. I traced my fingers along her skin, slow and deliberate, watching the way her eyes darkened in response. She wanted this as much as I did.

I leaned in, my voice a whisper against her ear. "Still want that truce?"

She exhaled a quiet laugh, her nails dragging lightly down my back. "We'll negotiate in the morning."

I smirked. "Good answer."

Then there were no more words.

The room faded around us—the weight of the crown, the politics, the expectations—none of it mattered in this moment.

There was only the warmth of her body against mine, the way she met every touch with equal intensity. Amal wasn't fragile. She wasn't timid. She was fire—controlled, but burning all the same.

And tonight, I had no intention of letting that fire go out.