The world was a kaleidoscope of blinding white light and overwhelming sensation. Orianna's body was a taut, quivering bowstring, vibrating with the sheer force of her orgasm.
The mirror reflected a truth so potent, so raw, it was almost terrifying: the Dragon Queen, a being of immense power and untamed fire, was reduced to a beautiful, weeping, drooling wreck, utterly and completely conquered by the man holding her.
The tears that streamed down her cheeks were not of sorrow, but of a pleasure so profound it shattered the very foundations of her being.
The drool that trickled from her parted lips was a testament to her complete loss of control, a primal, undeniable proof of his mastery over her.
But the storm was far from over. The eye of the hurricane had passed, and the full, unrestrained fury was about to be unleashed.
