Chapter 230: The Breaking Point of Desire
Valeria's POV
Every thrust sent ripples of raw ecstasy crashing over my ancient, proud form. In that moment, I—Titan Queen Valeria, who for millennia had ruled with unyielding authority—felt every ounce of my power melt away into a desperate need.
Between our shared gasps, my mind spun in a haze of pleasure. "Samuel," I managed in a trembling, breathless whisper, "you have Fucking Mortal!!!."
His emerald eyes shone with unbridled desire as he growled softly, "Show me, Valeria—let me know just how much you want it."
I moaned, the sound echoing off the stone walls as our passion intensified. With each powerful thrust, the bed beneath us groaned and then splintered, its ancient frame unable to withstand the force of our union.
Cracked wood and torn silk fell away as we moved together in a fierce, unyielding dance of ecstasy.
"Damned mortal," I gasped between shuddering moans, my voice edged with a mixture of mock reprimand and longing. "Who would have thought that after a million years, I—a Titan Queen—could be made to feel so utterly, irresistibly human?"
Samuel's lips found my neck in a searing kiss, his tone low and commanding as he whispered, "Tonight, my queen, you are mine—completely. Let go of your pride, and let me break every chain of restraint."
I arched my back, my limbs trembling as I surrendered to the sensation. "Do it, Samuel—take me harder. Let no part of me remain untouched," I pleaded, my words dripping with both desire and a desperate need to feel.
His response was a guttural growl, laced with both tenderness and raw passion. "I will, Valeria. I will show you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams," he vowed as his hands roamed boldly over my skin, stoking the flames of my desire even as our bodies moved in brutal, synchronized rhythm.
The force of our union was unrelenting—each movement a declaration of both conquest and surrender. With every powerful thrust, the bed groaned and splintered further, its remains scattered around us like the shattered remnants of an old world. In the midst of this intensity, my voice, usually regal and controlled, burst forth in a series of uncontrollable moans.
"Ahhhhh... Samuel!" I cried, feeling each wave of ecstasy overwhelm me. "I... I can't get enough... I need more!"