Page 122 of Serpent King's Prisoner

I watched her like this—strong, fierce Abby—the woman who chose to bare herself to me, who loved me despite my monstrous urges. The thought made my heart thunder against my ribs like it wanted to break free. Love for her slammed into me with the force of a freight train, leaving me breathless. It wasn’t just lust that tied me to her; it was something deeper, something that scared the shit out of me because I knew I couldn’t live without it.

“Abby,” I whispered, reaching up to trace the curve of her jaw. She captured my hand and brought it to her lips, kissing my knuckles before pressing my palm against her heart.

“Feel that?” she said, her voice barely audible over our mingled breaths and the soft creak of the bed. “That’s how you make me feel—like I’m alive, like I’m on fire.”

Her words echoed in the room, filling the spaces between us with an intensity that was almost too much to bear. And as she continued to ride me, every movement seemed to declare that she was mine, even if I knew deep down that no one could ever truly possess someone like Abby Harper.

But God, did I want to try.

“Abby, I—“ The confession lodged in my throat, but she silenced it with a kiss, fierce and all-consuming.

“Show me, Nathan,” she breathed against my lips. “Show me how much I mean to you.”

And I did. With every thrust, with every gasp and moan that spilled from our lips, I poured everything I had into her. In that moment, there were no secrets, no lies—just two people clinging to each other in the dark, desperate for connection, desperate for love.

Abby’s lips met mine in a tender collision, her kiss an intoxicating blend of sweetness and strength. I lost myself in the rhythm of her movements, every brush of her lips a silent vow. My hands roamed over the planes of her back, memorizing every dip and curve like the verses of a sacred text.

“Claim me, Nathan,” she whispered against my mouth, her breath hot and urgent. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

The words were a catalyst, igniting something primal within me. I flipped her onto her back without breaking our kiss, a growl rumbling in my chest. Abby’s leg hooked over my shoulder as I positioned myself at her entrance, the green of her eyes blazing with a challenge.

“Like this?” I asked, my voice hoarse with need.

“Exactly like that,” she confirmed, a sly smile playing on her lips.

I thrust into her, heat roaring through my veins as I claimed her body with mine. Each movement was a proclamation, my hips snapping forward with an intensity that matched the beat of my heart. Abby’s fingers dug into my shoulders, her legs tight around my waist as she matched my pace.

“Harder,” she gasped, and I obliged, driving into her with a possessive force that left no doubt of my intent. Her nails raked down my back, leaving trails that burned with sweet agony. I watched her beneath me, a fierce goddess bathed in the soft glow of the night, each moan that escaped her lips stoking the fire that threatened to consume us both.

“Abby,” I groaned, my control slipping as I surrendered to the tempest she’d summoned within me.

“Let go, Nathan,” she urged, her eyes locked onto mine, a storm of emotion swirling in their depths. “Show me how much you love me.”

“Are you ready?” I panted, the question tearing from me as I felt the precipice of release drawing near.

She nodded, her breath coming in short bursts. “Come for me, Nathan,” Abby whispered, her voice a commanding caress that sent shivers down my spine.

With a few more powerful thrusts, I reached the edge and tumbled over. Pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt before gripped me, tore through me, as I spilled inside her with a guttural cry. My entire body shook, waves of ecstasy rolling through me and crashing into her.

I collapsed onto her chest, our sweat-mingled skin sticking together. Her heart hammered against mine, and for a moment, all I could do was gasp for air, clinging to her as if she were my lifeline. The intensity of what we’d shared left me reeling, knowing without a doubt that this—she—was the best I’d ever had.

Lying there, with the weight of my body pressed against hers, I felt a peace that had eluded me for years. The violence of my world, the blood that stained my hands—it all faded away in her embrace. I lifted myself slightly, propping up on my elbows to look at her. Abby’s green eyes shimmered back at me, not just with desire, but something deeper, something that echoed the longing in my own chest.

“Abby,” I said, my voice rough from exertion and emotion, “I love you.” The words tumbled out, simple but loaded with the weight of my world, my truth. They were three little words that changed everything, yet nothing at all, because they were already written in every action, every glance, every touch we shared.

She reached up, her fingers tracing the outline of the dragon tattoo that sprawled across my skin—a mark of my heritage, my family’s power, and my own darkness. But her touch didn’t flinch at the reminder of what I was, who I was.

Instead, she pulled me closer, sealing her promise with a kiss that tasted of commitment and whispered vows.

“I can’t imagine ever losing you, Nathan.” Her words were a soft murmur against the backdrop of the night.

“Neither can I,” I replied. I meant it with every fiber of my being. In a life filled with transience, with people coming and going like shadows in the dark, Abby was my constant.

As sleep began to claim us, I let the rhythms of our breathing lull me into a rare state of calm. For now, for tonight, she was mine, and I was hers.

And nothing else mattered.

Chapter Fifty-Four: Nathan

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