The kiss was a slow, deep, possessive brand, a silent declaration that echoed the primal claim he had just stamped upon her very soul.

It was not a kiss of frantic need, but of profound, absolute ownership.

When he finally pulled back, Orianna was boneless, a beautiful, shattered creature held upright only by the unyielding steel of his arms around her.

The mirror still showed their reflection, but now the image was one of sated conquest, of a powerful predator and his utterly claimed mate.

The fire in her prismatic eyes had banked to a soft, adoring glow, the wild energy of the Dragon Queen replaced by the blissful contentment of a woman who had been thoroughly, completely, and lovingly ravaged.

Jax scooped her up, his strength seemingly inexhaustible. He carried her not with the brutal urgency of before, but with a tender, protective grace.

He moved away from the mirror, away from the testament of their raw passion, and towards the vast, canopied bed that was the heart of his chambers. Now it was time for them to sleep and relax, enjoy each-other’s presence in the romantic little world they created together.

Jax laid her down upon the silken sheets as if she were the most precious treasure in all the realms, her body sinking into the soft mattress with a soft sigh.

He looked at her body, naked and covered in marks from the various spanks and bites he had delivered to her. The Dragon Queen’s hair spread wildly as she tugged onto a pillow, wishing it was him.

Jax saw all of this and smiled, eventually deciding to lay down beside her not covering her with his weight this time, but pulling her against him, her back to his chest and his arms a secure, warm cage around her.

He hugged her tightly, allowing her to relax whilst feeling warm and comfortable in the arms of the man who’d made her feel better than ever before.

All this time, Jax was still inside her, a soft, deep presence that was a constant, comforting reminder of his possession. He pulled a heavy fur blanket over them, cocooning them in a world of warmth and shadows.

Orianna felt all of this happening even whilst tired and shifted, a tiny, contented wriggle that pressed her more firmly against him.

She felt his lips brush against the crown of her head, a gesture so gentle, so at odds with the brutal, dominant lover of moments ago, that it sent a fresh wave of emotion through her.

It was a tenderness she had never expected. All she heard about Jax was his intense passion and skill in bed, but nothing about this, about the warm vulnerability in the mighty Demon King that was more potent than any of his displays of strength or affection she had seen.

"♥Sleep, my Queen,♥" he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling vibration that she felt through her entire back. "♥You will need your strength.♥

A soft, breathless laugh escaped her lips. The thought of more, of ever wanting more after the soul-shattering pleasure she had just endured, seemed absurd.

And yet, as her body began to relax, as the waves of exhaustion finally pulled her under, a deep, primal part of her knew he was right. She would always want more of him.

After experiencing this, no woman would ever not want more from Jax. That was what Orianna realized, now understanding why so many women remained attached to him.

She drifted into the most profound, peaceful sleep of her life, her last conscious sensation the steady, powerful beat of his heart against her back, a rhythm that was now the heartbeat of her own existence.

***

The first light of dawn was just beginning to creep through the heavy curtains of the chamber when Jax stirred. He was a creature of habit, his internal clock as precise and unyielding as the rest of him.

He woke not slowly, but with a sudden, sharp clarity, his golden eyes opening to the dim, pre-dawn light. For a moment, he simply lay there, feeling the warm, soft weight of the woman in his arms.

Orianna was still fast asleep, her breathing deep and even, her body completely relaxed in his embrace. A surge of possessive satisfaction, deep and primal, washed over him. She was his. Here, in his bed, in his arms, she was his completely.

He began to shift, intending to slide out from under her and begin his day, but a sudden, exquisite sensation stopped him cold. It was a wet, gentle heat at the head of his cock, which had slipped from her during the night and lay heavy and semi-aroused against his thigh.

He lifted the fur blanket, his golden eyes widening slightly at the sight that greeted him.

Orianna was awake. She had turned in the night and was now nestled between his powerful thighs, her rainbow hair a vibrant splash of color against the dark sheets and his own tanned skin.

Her prismatic eyes, clear and bright in the dim light, were fixed on his face as she worked. Her full, soft lips were wrapped around the head of his rapidly hardening cock, her tongue swirling in slow, teasing circles that were already sending jolts of pleasure straight up his spine.

A deep, guttural groan rumbled in his chest. It was an involuntary sound of pure, unadulterated bliss. He watched, mesmerized, as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with the gentle suction.

There was no hesitation in her actions, no shyness. There was only a confident, loving devotion that was more arousing than any frantic, desperate act could ever be. This was not the Dragon Queen submitting to a conqueror; this was his queen worshipping her king.

"♥Orianna...♥" he breathed, his voice a husky, reverent whisper.

She responded by taking him deeper still, her lips sliding down his thick shaft, her tongue tracing the prominent veins on the underside.

The pleasure was immense, a slow, burning fire that was rapidly building into an inferno. He could feel himself hardening completely, swelling to his full, formidable size in the hot, wet haven of her mouth.

His hand, which had been resting on the bed, moved with a slow, deliberate purpose. He tangled his fingers in her vibrant, rainbow hair, his grip firm but not forceful.

He was not pushing her, not commanding her. He was guiding her, showing her the pace he desired, the depth he craved.

"♥That’s it,♥" he groaned, his hips beginning to move in a slow, subtle rhythm. "♥Take me deep. Just like that.♥

She obliged, her head bobbing in a slow, sensual cadence. She took him deeper and deeper, her soft lips stretching around his thick girth, her throat relaxing to accommodate his impressive length.

She was a natural, a goddess of pleasure, and she was using every ounce of her talent to worship him.

He could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, and the sensation was exquisite. He tightened his grip on her hair, his hips moving with a little more force, a little more urgency. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

He was chasing the pleasure now, chasing the ultimate, all-consuming release that was just within his reach.

"♥Look at me,♥" he commanded, his voice a low, dominant growl that was thick with pleasure.

She obeyed, her prismatic eyes lifting to meet his golden gaze as she continued to suck him, to take him deep. The sight was almost enough to make him cum right then and there.

The Dragon Queen, the most powerful being in the realms, on her knees between his thighs, her beautiful eyes filled with a mixture of love, lust, and complete, utter devotion as she worshipped his cock.

"♥Fuck...♥" he groaned, his hips bucking, his control beginning to slip. "♥I’m going to cum.♥

She didn’t pull back. She didn’t hesitate. She took him deeper, her nose pressing against the base of his shaft, her throat working around him as she swallowed.

That was it. That was the final straw.

With a deep, triumphant roar that was muffled by the thick furs of the bed, Jax exploded. A thick, hot torrent of his seed flooded her mouth, a scalding wave of his essence that she swallowed greedily, her throat working as she milked him for every last drop.

He collapsed back against the pillows, his body a trembling, sated mass. He watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as Orianna slowly, deliberately, released him.

She licked him clean, her tongue a soft, teasing caress that sent shivers of aftershock through his body.

She crawled up his body, a slow, sensual grace, and settled herself on his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, his lips finding hers in a deep, possessive kiss. He could taste himself on her lips, a primal, intimate reminder of her devotion.

"♥Good morning, my King,♥" she whispered, her voice a soft, husky murmur against his lips.

Jax smiled, a slow, predatory smirk that was full of possession and a deep, undeniable affection. "♥Good morning, my Queen.♥