I didn't give Jerome a choice. I reached for the fastening of his trousers, my fingers moving with a frantic, greedy intent. I wanted that cold, heavy cock inside me again.
I wanted to feel the Spire's foundations shake while we broke every rule of diplomacy on top of its history.
When his ashen cock finally sprang free, throbbing with that violet light, I didn't hesitate.
I grabbed it and guided it to my entrance, my walls already weeping and desperate for the invasion.
Jerome hoisted me up, my legs locking around his waist as he drove into me with a single, brutal thrust that pinned me against the ancient archives.
"Hah—!"
The sound of our impact echoed through the vast cathedral of scrolls. He was hitting me with a raw, thundering force, the cold of his skin clashing with the fire in my womb.
Every lunge felt like he was trying to write his own name into my very bones, overriding the scent of the lions and the dragon prince with the overwhelming chill of the Abyss.
