Obediently, Lorelai parted her lips, and the tip of his manhood grazed her tongue. A moment later, her mouth filled with the hot, salty heat of his release.
"Ugh… haaa..." Rhaegar exhaled heavily, his chest heaving as he struggled to steady his breath. The rhythmic pounding of his heartbeat seemed to echo in the quiet room, filling the charged space between them.
Lorelai sat frozen, watching him in silence. Her wide eyes lingered on his face, captivated by the sight before her. He was utterly breathtaking—gorgeous and commanding, yet somehow erotically vulnerable in a way that sent her pulse racing.
From their very first encounter, he had made it clear—he loved marking her.
Just as a beast claimed its territory, Rhaegar sought to leave his essence on her, within her, as if staking an unspoken claim. The more he did, the more her skin carried his scent, unmistakable and potent. It clung to her, a primal warning to any who might dare approach his mate.
