Chapter 194: Madness
Dennis wasn’t far behind. He fumbled at the buttons of his pants. His hands shook, his pulse thundered in his ears. When he finally freed himself and pushed into her wet folds, he let out a guttural groan that echoed around the room.
There is a particular feeling that comes from being denied something you crave for far too long, and then, at last, being allowed to taste it. It’s a kind of madness, a trembling ecstasy that eats logic alive. That was what this was. Neither gentle nor composed. This was hunger, primal and rushed. Fast. Hard. Desperate.
They moved together, no rhythm, no grace, just thunder meeting lightning. Zoe clutched the edge of the table, while Dennis gripped her hips with the ferocity of a man drowning in desire. His teeth grazed her shoulder, but he didn’t bite. Not yet. He couldn’t. Not until she was queen. Not until the council said she was worthy.
And gods, how he hated that.
But in that moment, their bodies ignored what titles the world refused to give. They weren’t King and would-be Queen. They weren’t public disappointment and political hope. They were just two souls, tangled in a room too big for loneliness and too small for their passion.
The table shook violently with each thrust, a sharp rhythm that sent glassware skittering across the polished surface. One by one, they tumbled to the floor, exploding in a chorus of shattering crystal. Their moans were drowned in the crash, the chaos of it only amplifying their abandon. It was as if the very room bore witness to their longing, to the ache of being apart and the fire of being together once more. They didn’t care what they broke.
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Ava stood at the threshold of the room, her hands gently pressing against her swollen belly, as her gaze settled on the scene before her.
Kade sat by the window with a newborn cradled in his arms, the baby swaddled in soft linen, her tiny hands curled into perfect fists. A warm ray of light filtered through the stained glass, falling like a halo over them both. The innocence of the child was almost too much to bear. She was untouched by the sins of her bloodline, unaware of the betrayal that had surrounded her birth. She was just... a baby. A soft, breathing piece of hope in a world that had known too much violence.