The Heavenly Demon of Terror

(Aurelia's POV)

Time had become meaningless.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, each more intense than the last, until my body—**once divine, untouchable, above all others—**finally surrendered.

Then—the final moment.

"Ahhhh...!" A sharp gasp tore from my lips as my entire form shuddered, overwhelmed, undone.

I had never felt this way before. Never.

I lay there, breathless, completely spent, my body still trembling as the aftershocks of pleasure coursed through me.

And then, just as I was trying to recover from the madness he'd put me through, his voice—that smug, insufferable, victorious voice—rang in my ear.

"Anything else you want, Queen?"

I froze.

Then I snapped my head toward him, glaring.