Chapter LXXXVI: Right
“I love you, Isabella,” he said again, each word heavy with conviction. “That’s why I got you a room out of the harem. That’s why I don’t see my other concubines anymore. That’s why I was willing to release Jia and give her to my brother thinking this would’ve made him stop looking after you—because none of them mattered anymore. None of them. It’s you, Isabella, who is consuming me alive.”
Isabella, shaken to her core, looked up at him with wide, teary eyes. “If you love me,” she asked, her voice trembling, “then why do you still keep the harem?”
The king laughed angrily, the sound bitter and harsh. “I am a king!” he declared, his voice booming with frustration. “I am the fucking great Dragon King! Love is a weakness. To love my enemy’s heiress, to love the queen I enslaved for fun instead of killing—it’s madness, foolishness, to say the least. But I can’t help it. And that feeling is driving me insane because no matter what I do you won’t ever love me the way I thought I could force you to.”
Isabella stood there, stunned, the king's confession crashing over her like a tidal wave. She felt the depth of his torment, the clash between his love and his pride, and for a moment, she saw the vulnerability in his eyes. She realized the gravity of his struggle, his love for her battling against his very identity as the Dragon King. It was a madness that consumed them both, binding them in a twisted fate neither could escape.
Isabella took a deep breath, her eyes meeting the king's with unwavering determination. “You’re right,” she said, her voice steady. “You could never force me to love you out of survival, like the others. No matter what you do, I am still a queen who lost a war to a great enemy… So you must imagine how maddening it is to love, to truly love, the very man who ruined me.”
The king’s eyes widened in shock, her words striking him deeply. He opened his mouth to speak, but she continued, her voice rising with emotion. “I did think my feelings existed out of survival,” she said, tears welling in her eyes. “But if I truly wanted to survive, I wouldn’t allow myself to be killed slowly every single day by the stupid hope to be loved like a woman when in reality I am prize.”
The king, struck by her words, stepped closer, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her heart pound. “Say that again, please,” he demanded.
Isabella's voice wavered as she repeated, “I love you, my king.”
The king shook his head, his eyes burning with intensity. "No," he said softly but firmly. "Say my name."
Isabella, tearful, took a deep breath. "I love you, Alaric," she said, the words feeling strange yet liberating on her lips. It was the first time she had ever addressed him by his name.
In an instant, Alaric’s hands were on her face, his fingers trembling with a mix of rage, sorrow, and longing. He pulled her into a kiss, his lips crashing against hers with a fierce desperation. The kiss was raw, intense, as if he was trying to convey everything he felt but couldn’t say.
Isabella clung to him, her hands gripping his shoulders as if she might fall without the support. She kissed him back with all the passion she had kept suppressed, her tears mingling with their kiss. The room seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them in a whirlwind of emotions.
Alaric’s hands moved from her face to her back, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. He tasted the salt of her tears and felt the rapid beat of her heart against his chest. The intensity of their embrace was almost overwhelming, a collision of pain and love that had been building for so long.
The king’s hands moved with deliberate slowness as he pulled down the sleeves of Isabella’s dress, their lips never parting. The fabric slid off her shoulders, revealing her soft skin to his touch. As their kiss deepened, Isabella’s fingers deftly worked to unbutton his leather coat, each button coming undone with a soft click.
Alaric’s lips trailed down her neck, pressing heated kisses against her pulse point, making her shiver with anticipation. The dress slipped further, pooling at her feet and leaving her in nothing but her delicate silk undergarment.
His hands were strong but gentle as they found her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. Isabella instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms encircling his neck. She could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric, every touch sending sparks through her skin.
Alaric walked them over to the bed, his grip firm and secure. Their breaths mingled, their hearts beating in unison as he laid her down gently. The weight of his body pressed against hers, a delicious pressure that made her ache for more.
His hands roamed over her curves, memorizing every inch of her as if he needed to reassure himself that she was really there, really his. Isabella’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening their kiss.
Isabella's leg wrapped firmly around Alaric's waist as she used her momentum to push him to the side. With a swift, fluid motion, she found herself straddling him, her eyes locked onto his with a fiery intensity. She opened his pants hurriedly, pulling them down just enough to uncover his hard cock. She spat on her hand and stroked him just a couple times before she sat on top of him and allowed herself to be filled with his member. Her hands braced against his chest, she began to move, her hips undulating with a rhythm that was both deliberate and frenzied.
Alaric's hands gripped her thighs, his touch sending shivers up her spine as she rode him with an urgency that felt desperate. The room was filled with their mingled breaths, gasps, and the soft creak of the bed beneath them. Alaric pulled down the straps of her silk undergarment, exposing her gorgeous breasts, which he admired as he squeezed them. Isabella's movements grew more intense, her body arching and twisting as she sought out the peak of their passion.
As the tension between them built to an almost unbearable level, their pace quickened, each motion driving them higher and higher.
Finally, with a cry of release, Isabella felt the world shatter around her, her body convulsing in a powerful climax. Alaric followed her over the edge, his hands clutching her hips as he joined her in ecstasy, releasing his orgasm and filling her up with his seed. For a moment, they were suspended in a blissful void, their bodies and souls entwined in perfect harmony.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Isabella collapsed onto Alaric's chest, their breaths slowly returning to normal. He held her close, his hands tenderly stroking her back as they lay together, spent and satisfied, the intensity of their love leaving them both trembling and at peace.
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