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I will now take your throne, dear father. (Mature version 18+)

[WARNING: EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT] In a kingdom plagued by his father's tyrannical rule, Prince Maximilian slay the despot king with his own hands, claiming the throne for himself. Amidst the chaos of his rise to power, he finds solace and love in Valleria, a breathtaking beauty he once claimed as a prize of war. HIS POV. (Please, leave a short review below this story, I’m excited to read your feedback! )

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Entwined hearts.

Just a few minutes past midnight, I finally closed the door to the bedroom with a weary sigh. 

Despite all the servants waiting outside, I still felt compelled to secure the door, to be sure no one would bother us. 

"Valleria. Wake up, my love." I whispered eagerly as I slipped under the covers, only to find her lying there completely naked, her boldness both surprising and enticing.

Her soft murmur let me know she was able to hear me, so I carefully pulled her closer and leaned to kiss her.

"You came." her pleased smile disappeared as soon as I touched her lips. She quickly adapted to my hunger.

Valleria's skin felt so warm against my touch. I could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat as she pressed herself closer, her lips hungry for mine. 

The hours stretched before us as we lost ourselves in each other's arms, exploring the depths of passion and desire that bound us together. Our love, like a flame, burned brightly in the darkness.

"Are you alright?" I made sure before I propped on my arms and pushed a bit further.

Her ragged breath and firm embrace urged me to go on even without her reply. 

I could hear nothing but her passionate moans and the rustling of the sheets beneath us, together with the soft creaking of the bed frame. 

I moved slowly. Carefully, mindful of the sensation spreading through her tender body, yet Valleria's moans grew more urgent, her breaths shallow and quick.

The urge to kiss her flooded my senses, but I held back. It would be too much in this position, and I didn't want to press onto her belly, still worried I might hurt both her and our youngest one. 

Still, overwhelmed by her moans, I moved my hand closer to her face and pressed onto her lower lip with my thumb, to feel how her lips trembled, all plum and hot. 

The moonlight on her skin made her look like a beautiful fairy from old tales, living deep in the mountains, far away from the last human settlement.

"You are so pretty," I praised her quietly, 

"Promise me - you will write to me - every single day," Her mellow voice escaped her lips, interlaced with sighs of her pleasure. 

That cunning fox. 

"Of course," I couldn't help but agree with her demand. It was a reasonable request, after all. 

As I rose to my knees to be able to hold her hips more firmly, I could feel the tension in her body easing, her moans becoming more urgent. I moved slowly, savoring the feel of her skin against mine, her breaths growing shallower and quicker with each passing moment.

Reaching my peak, I could feel the warmth of her body beneath me, her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her eyes were closed, her face a picture of pure ecstasy. 

I moved off her, completely breathless, and leaned down to kiss her apologetically, our lips meeting with a gentle touch.

Being with her was the only escape I had from the pressures of my life. For now, in this moment, all that mattered was the love we shared. All of my responsibilities can wait. All of them but one.