“Maxon, move,” I moan.
I’d do it, but his grip on my waist doesn’t allow me to move. He is in complete control. Maxon’s hands squeeze my waist as he leans over me, drawing out and sliding back in. All his movements are leisurely and controlled, the movements making me delirious. The words coming from me are incoherent as Maxon works my body. Somehow, without his cock leaving me, he maneuvers my legs, so I am now on my back, his cock still buried deep in me. Fire burns in his eyes as he stares down at me, the flames dancing in the depths. I’ve never seen anything so magnificent.
My hands reach up and cup his face, and he drops to his elbows as he cages me in, his eyes never leaving mine. I lift my hips up, to meet his, my legs wrapping around his waist, grinding against him with each thrust of his cock. The overwhelming sensations make my eyes involuntarily flutter shut as he moves.
“Open your eyes,” Maxon growls, nipping my bottom lip.
My heart skips a beat and my eyes open, dazed.
“I want you to see what you do to me.”
I nod, my fingers tracing the contours of his sides. Our movements quicken and grow increasingly desperate.
“Maxon,” I pant, my heart thumping hard as my body becomes a live wire.
Maxon's jaw clenches, his movements becoming more aggressive, and he starts slamming into me with even greater intensity. Flames burst along his body as white light erupts from my chest. My fingers dig into his biceps as his head tips back, a roar filling the air. Every muscle in his body is taut. The sensation of his cum filling me sends me hurling over the edge, both of us shuddering with the intensity of our orgasm. Maxon continues to move, though much slower, drawing out every tremor and spasm, before collapsing on me.
His head falls to my shoulder, soft kisses brushing over my skin. “That was . . . ”
“Amazing,” I finish for him, tilting my head to give him more room.
Softly, I trail my fingers up and down his back in leisurely strokes. My heart is filled with an overwhelming surge of love and affection. I lift my left hand up and stare at the ring, unable to stop the smile that spreads across my face.
Chapter fifty
Everly
Standing beside Raiden, I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin as Kian and Tristan stand confidently behind me. From our vantage point on the side stage, we absorb the vibrant atmosphere that surrounds us. The air is filled with anticipation and excitement as thousands of eager onlookers gather to witness Maxon ascend the throne. The sound of cheers and applause fills the air, mingling with the soft melodies of the musicians playing nearby. Amidst the crowd, the scent of fresh flowers wafts, infusing a tinge of sweetness into the already electric atmosphere. I am so proud of him, and even though she is well versed in hiding her feelings, I can see the tears in Lavina’s eyes as she watches on like a proud mother. With every step Maxon takes toward the throne, the crowd’s adoration for him swells, creating an undeniable energy that passes through the air.
Raiden leans over to whisper in my ear. “The crown is a bit much, don’t you think?”
I cover my mouth and chuckle. “It is a bit flashy. I don’t think it’s Maxon’s style.”
Raiden grins. “He will get matching crowns made more to his liking for the two of you.”
His words slam into me, reminding me of the implications of being with Maxon. Even though, according to Valric, I am queen to my own people. I look out over the crowd gathered and feel nerves replacing my excitement from moments ago. So much has changed in such a short amount of time.
As the crowd grows quiet, I shift my attention back to the raised dais. Maxon stands tall, his formal attire accentuating his commanding presence, his long black cloak flowing as he moves, the dragon emblem proudly displayed over his heart.
“My people, as your new king, I pledge my unwavering devotion to the prosperity of our realm. I stand before you not as an individual, but as a protector of the great magic that courses through the veins of our kingdom. With immense gratitude and humility, I accept the mantle of kingship bestowed upon me by the sacred will of our people. I hope to be everything you wish for in a good ruler, but today, we are not only here to celebrate my ascension as king but also welcome the radiant heartbeat of our beloved kingdom—the enchanting soul who has chosen to stand by my side, your future queen and my beloved fiancée.”
My heart skips a beat, and I find myself frozen as Maxon’s eyes meet mine. A smile graces his face as he reaches out his hand toward me.
“That’s your cue, princess,” Kian mutters from behind me.
‘This wasn’t part of the plan,’I hiss down the bond.
With a small shrug, Maxon's eyes spark with amusement.‘I’m improvising, plus you're too beautiful not to show off.’
Facing burning, I step forward with a low grumble, and Raiden comes to my side, offering his hand to assist me up the three steps onto the dais. I shoot him a grateful smile, then proceed to walk over to Maxon. Reaching for his hand, a gentle warmth spreads through my fingers. With a burst of excitement, Nymeria and Anika come bounding up behind me, their tongues lolling out of their mouths. Some of the fae closest to the dias gasp in shock at the two wolves circling Maxon and me before laying at our feet.
Feeling the weight of all these eyes on me, my fight or flight instincts are kicking into high gear. Among the crowd, I notice a few fae, and my gaze meets that of a small family of gray-skinned creatures in the front row. Their frowns are evident, but the youngest, a little girl, has the biggest smile on her face, which brings me some much-needed relief from my anxiety.
‘Don’t be scared. I got you.’
I release a soft, content sigh, my lips curling into a smile.‘Because it’s just so easy to do.’
‘Trust me, Stóirín.’
