His hand slides up my nightgown, his thumb digging into the crease of my hips.

“In one more day, this throne will no longer be mine,” he says. “I think we’re here because I needed to say goodbye.” He crooks up an eyebrow with a suggestion in his smile. “And there’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”

“And what’s that, oh Prince of The Aurora?”

“Fuck the woman I love in this chair,” he growls, and those words send a wave of liquid heat between my thighs. Thanks to the fact I’m wearing nothing under my nightgown, I immediately feel him growing under me, the fabric of his pants brushing my sensitive core.

“You’re telling me you’ve never been with anyone in here before?”

“Never,” he answers solemnly.

His hand slides up the back of my neck and into my hair, before he pulls me down for a kiss. Our bodies press together as I roll my hips, seeking the friction of his thickening cock. We moan into each other’s mouths, and then he stands, lifting me up before he spins around and settles me back on the seat.

He drops to his knees, hooking my leg over his shoulder as he bites the corner of his mouth and peers up. “Since the day you threw yourself at me at the Ball, I’ve thought about the sounds you’d make when I ate you out on my throne.”

I let out a breathless laugh as he dips down, running his nose through my wetness.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “You break me every fucking time, Lor.”

Then he drives his tongue into me, circling my clit as my head tips back with a moan. His hand slides up my body, under my nightgown, and over my stomach, leaving a trail of fire. He kneads my breast, pinching the tip hard enough to make me gasp. One of his fingers dips into me, curling as he sucks and nips, causing heat to build at the base of my spine.

“Oh gods,” I groan as I clutch the back of his head with one hand, the other gripping the armrest. He pumps his hand in and out as his tongue caresses rough circles over me. It doesn’t take long before I’m cresting, my limbs shaking and my stomach bottoming out.

“Beautiful queen,” he says, and then I blow apart with a ragged moan, waves rolling through my limbs. He pulls away and then stands up, lifting me from the seat to wrap my legs around his waist.

My arms loop around his neck as we kiss, the taste of myself on his lips. Then he flips around and drops back into the seat. I waste no time, reaching between us, my hand dipping under his waistband as I take his cock in my hand.

I squeeze as he groans and pump for a few languid strokes before I position myself over him.