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She traces the pattern with her fingertips. Her touch is gentle yet firm, exploring every ridge and angle with careful curiosity. She looks up at me, her eyes locked with mine as she slowly wraps her hand around the thick girth of my erection.

“It's…different,” she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. “But in a good way.”

A low growl rumbles in my chest at her touch, the sensation of her fingers around me heightening my desire.

Anticipation builds between us, the air thick with desire and unfettered passion.

I position myself over her, my cock poised at the entrance to her wet core. “Are you ready?” I ask, my voice a low rumble that vibrates through me.

Emily nods again, her eyes locking onto mine, her gaze unwavering as she watches me enter her. Emily's tight warmth enveloping me, each ridge sliding against her inner walls, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my entire being.

She gasps and arches beneath me as I thrust deeper into her, our bodies moving together. It's like the collision of two stars, a supernova of passion and love that illuminates the darkness around us. I lose myself in her, in the way she arches beneath me, in the symphony of her gasps

Our movements are slow and deliberate, every touch, every kiss, a reaffirmation of the love that binds us.

This isn’t just passion. It’s trust, respect, and the unshakable bond we’ve built together.

As we lie tangled in each other’s arms afterward, the crowns and responsibilities momentarily forgotten, I press a kiss to her temple.

“I love you, my queen.”

She smiles, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest. “Always,” she replies, her voice filled with quiet certainty.

Chapter Thirty-One

Emily

The throne room is bustling with activity, courtiers and advisors darting between discussions, their voices a constant hum of diplomacy, policy, and, occasionally, disagreement. I sit beside Kael on the twin thrones, my back straight, my hands resting carefully on my lap, trying to project the confidence I’ve learned to summon when the eyes of the court are on me.

Kael’s presence beside me is steadying, his natural command of the room a stark contrast to the nervousness I still sometimes feel. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, his violet gaze focused on the advisor speaking before us.

He catches my glance and gives me a brief, reassuring smile.

I return it, warmth flooding my chest.

It’s been months since our coronation, and though the rebellion is behind us, the responsibilities of ruling a kingdom are far more complex than I imagined. Every decision carries weight. Every word is scrutinized, but I rule alongside Kael. I’m not alone, and I will face every challenge with him.

Later, in the quiet of the palace library, I sit surrounded by documents—trade agreements, military reports, and cultural edicts—my head spinning with the sheer volume of information.

“Taking on too much again?” Kael’s voice breaks the silence, his teasing tone bringing a smile to my lips.

I look up as he approaches, his steps purposeful but relaxed. He’s removed the ceremonial armor he wore earlier, his appearance more casual now though no less regal.

“You’re supposed to let me handle this,” I say, raising an eyebrow as he sits beside me.

“And let you have all the fun?” he counters, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “Never.”

I roll my eyes but can’t help the laugh that escapes. Kael has a way of lightening even the heaviest moments, a skill I’ve come to rely on more than I’d like to admit.

He reaches for one of the documents in front of me, his expression shifting to something more serious as he scans the contents. “You’re doing well, you know,” he says after a moment, his voice softer now.

I blink at him, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“Handling the court, the advisors, the people,” he replies, setting the document aside. “They respect you, Emily. They see your strength.”

I smile faintly, though doubt still lingers at the edges of my mind. “It’s not easy,” I admit. “Sometimes I feel like I’m just… pretending.”

He leans forward, his hand covering mine. “You’re not pretending,” he says firmly. “You’re learning, adapting, leading, and you’re doing it brilliantly.”

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