"Adrian... I need you," she murmured, her hips rocking against his hand.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his free hand reaching up to cup her breast.

Her nipple was hard against his palm, her flesh hot and flushed.

He pinched the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger, and she cried out, her pussy tightening around his fingers.

"Don't stop," she moaned, her head falling forward.

"Never," he breathed, his own body burning with need.

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the back of her neck. She tasted of salt and honey, and he wanted more.

He ran his tongue along her skin, tasting the sweetness of her flesh. His fingers curled inside her, eliciting a sharp gasp.

Alannah's hands gripped the towel beneath her, her knuckles white. "Oh, gods... I'm so close..."

Adrian nipped at her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin. "Come for me," he whispered, his voice husky.

Alannah's hips bucked, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her orgasm rippled through her, her juices flowing onto his hand.

He withdrew his fingers, his lips trailing down her neck.

"Adrian," she murmured, her breathing heavy.

He kissed her shoulder, his arm wrapping around her waist. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice rough.

She turned, her emerald eyes shining. "Better than okay," she whispered, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek.

"I've wanted this for so long," she confessed, her gaze locking with his.

"I never thought you'd feel the same way," he admitted, his expression unreadable.

Alannah smiled, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.

"Neither did I," she said softly.

"And now?" Adrian asked, his voice strained.

"Now... I think we should see where this goes. But first... make me cum again."

He grinned, his cock twitching at her words. "It would be my pleasure, Your Majesty."

Their lips met, her tongue slipping into his mouth. The taste of her was intoxicating, her scent filling his senses. He needed her, and she needed him.

His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her exposed skin. Her nipples hardened against his palms, her moans muffled by his lips.

She tugged at his clothes, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. "Too many layers," she murmured, her teeth grazing his lower lip.

Adrian chuckled, helping her remove his clothing.

Once he was fully nude, he lay down on the massage foam beside her, pulling her into his arms.

His cock pressed against her belly, her breasts crushed against his chest.

They kissed deeply, their bodies entwined.

His fingers tangled in her hair, and he couldn't get enough of her. He wanted all of her, and she seemed more than willing to give him everything he desired.

As his lips trailed down her neck, her skin flushed and heated, his thoughts were focused solely on her.

The way her body responded to his touch, the way she seemed to know exactly what he needed.

He kissed his way down her torso, his tongue flicking across her hardened nipples. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"Adrian," she breathed, her hips rocking against him.

He continued his exploration, his mouth traveling lower. He dipped his tongue into her navel, tasting the sweet sweat that coated her skin.

She squirmed beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He smiled, his hands moving to her thighs. He spread them apart, exposing her dripping wet pussy.

His eyes met hers, his lips hovering just above her mound.

"You're exquisite," he murmured, his thumbs stroking her swollen clit.

She shuddered, her head falling back.

"So are you," she managed, her voice trembling.

He licked her gently, the tip of his tongue teasing her folds. She whimpered, her hands gripping the edge of the table.

He sucked on her clit, his fingers dipping inside her. She moaned, her hips lifting off the ground.

"Oh, gods," she panted, her eyes squeezed shut.

Adrian groaned, his cock aching for release.

He plunged his tongue into her depths, his fingers stroking her walls. She writhed beneath him, her moans growing louder.

"Please," she begged, her body taut with need.

He teased her mercilessly, his tongue dancing over her sensitive flesh.

"Adrian, please," she repeated, her voice hoarse.

"What do you want?" he murmured, his lips pressed against her inner thigh.

"You," she breathed, her hands reaching for him.

"Then take me," he whispered, his cock pulsing with desire.

Alannah rose to her knees, her gaze locked with his.

He held his breath as she straddled his hips, his length pressing against her entrance.

"You're mine," she murmured, her lips brushing his.

Adrian's breath hitched as Alannah straddled him, her emerald eyes locking onto his with a fire that sent a jolt of electricity through him. She held his throbbing length, the heat of her pulsing core tantalizingly close.

Just as she began to lower herself, Adrian's hands shot to her hips, halting her movement.

"Wait," he said, his voice low but firm.

Alannah froze, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What's wrong?" she asked softly, her cheeks flushed, her breath heavy with desire.

Adrian exhaled deeply, gently lifting her off him and placing her beside him on the plush massage foam. Sitting up, he ran a hand through his tousled hair. "We shouldn't be doing this," he said, his tone conflicted.

Her face fell slightly. "What do you mean, Adrian? I thought—"

"Don't get me wrong, Alannah," he interrupted, his dark eyes meeting hers with raw sincerity. "I like you. And I want this—want you. But…" He sighed, his fingers curling into fists. "I don't think it's appropriate, considering everything."

"Considering everything?" Alannah echoed, her voice quiet but sharp.

"You're still mourning your husband," Adrian said, his gaze unwavering. "You shouldn't be... moaning for me right now. It feels... wrong."

Her lips parted slightly in surprise, her eyes searching his for answers. Then, a flicker of determination crossed her face.

"I've always wanted to do something for myself, Adrian," she said, her voice trembling slightly but gaining strength. "For years, I've put the kingdom first. My duty as Queen, my bond as a wife—I've done everything for everyone else. And this…" Her hand reached out, brushing lightly against his chest. "This is one of those things I want for myself. You."

Adrian's breath caught at the vulnerability in her tone, but she pressed on. "Now that I'm no longer bound by the bonds of marriage, I—"

The shrill sound of a distant alarm cut her off.

They both froze, their heads snapping toward the direction of the sound.

Moments later, the deep, resonant clang of the warning bell filled the air—a sound that hadn't echoed through Zarpha in years.

Alannah scrambled to her feet, clutching the towel tightly around her as her heart raced. "What's going on?"

Adrian was already moving, grabbing his discarded clothing.

As he dressed, he glanced at the door. The alarm was still ringing, and they could hear faint shouts and panicked screams from outside.

"We'll talk about this later; but now... I'm afraid we have a problem."

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