Mirha had spent the entire day wrapped in warmth with her mother. She and Launi had played the old instruments Launi always dreamed of mastering — soft strings and gentle flutes filling the room with laughter and music. Despite her failing vision, Launi had painted bold, beautiful collisions of color for new gowns, her hands steady with joy. It had been a perfect, simple day.
But now, as the sun dipped low, Mirha walked alone toward Arvin's chambers.
She had avoided him for six full days — staying close to her mother, her friends, and even helping with the little prince — giving her body time to recover from the last time he had taken her so relentlessly. Yet the moment she stepped inside, she felt his eyes on her like a physical touch.
Arvin was lounging in a large chair by the window, one leg stretched out, watching her with dark, hungry eyes. He said nothing as she crossed the room.
Mirha stopped at the foot of the bed, untied her robe, and let it fall to the floor. She was completely bare underneath. She sat on the edge of the bed, legs pressed together, and looked at him.
"Good evening, Your Majesty."
Arvin's lips curved into a slow, predatory smile.
"It has been a while, my love."
He rose from the chair and walked toward her, each step deliberate. Mirha's heart raced. She stood up quickly, putting a small distance between them.
"I had to keep my distance," she said, voice a little breathless. "I needed days to recover my strength."
Arvin exhaled a low, rough breath, eyes raking over her naked body.
"Then I assume you are well energized for tonight?"
Mirha met his gaze, heat already pooling low in her belly.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Arvin closed the distance in one stride, pulling her hard against him. Mirha rose on her toes and kissed him first — deep, hungry, tongue sliding against his. He groaned into her mouth, one hand fisting in her hair, the other gripping her ass possessively as he walked her backward until her knees hit the bed.
He laid her down slowly, never breaking the kiss, then stripped off his own robe. His cock was already thick and hard, flushed dark with need. He kissed down her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, then moved lower. He took one breast into his mouth, sucking deeply, tongue flicking over her nipple while his hand bruised her thigh, fingers digging in hard as he spread her legs wide.
Mirha cried out beautifully — a sharp, agonized moan that made his cock twitch against her stomach. He sucked harder, teeth grazing, while his fingers slid between her thighs and found her already dripping wet.
"Fuck…," he growled against her breast. "Six days....Mirha six days, and you are already this tight."
He pushed two thick fingers inside her roughly, curling them deep as he sucked her other breast, bruising the soft flesh of her thighs with his grip. Mirha arched, moaning loudly, hips rocking against his hand.
Arvin pulled his fingers out, positioned himself between her legs, and thrust in with one hard stroke — burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, wet slide.
Mirha gasped sharply, nails digging into his back.
He fucked her hard at first — deep, punishing thrusts that made the bed creak and her breasts bounce. Then he slowed, grinding deep and slow, dragging the thick head of his cock over that sensitive spot inside her until she was whimpering.
"You feel that?" he rasped against her ear, voice dark and filthy.
He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and slammed back in from behind, fucking her even harder. His hand fisted in her hair, arching her back as he pounded into her, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the room.
Mirha was shaking, moaning helplessly into the sheets, body overwhelmed.
Arvin leaned over her, crushing her with his weight, lips at her ear.
"Tell me how it feels when I fuck you like this," he growled. "you like that?? Huh?"
He kept going — hard, then slow, then hard again — moving her from the bed to the chair, bending her over the table, pressing her against the wall. He fucked her everywhere in his chambers, never letting her catch her breath, his words low and filthy the entire time.
"You're going to feel me for days," he panted, thrusting deep. "Every time you sit, every time you walk, you'll remember this very moment."
When he finally came, it was with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself as far as he could go and flooding her with hot, thick pulses. He stayed inside her, hips grinding lazily as he kissed the back of her neck, murmuring soft, possessive praise against her skin.
Mirha was trembling, spent, barely able to hold herself up.
Arvin pulled her into his arms, still buried deep, and held her close.
"Six days was too long," he whispered, kissing her temple. "Don't make me wait that long again, my love."
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2 weeks had passed in a haze of stolen nights and endless desire.
Mirha entered Arvin's chambers that evening to share a quiet meal with him. The table was laid with simple dishes — fresh fruit, warm bread, and spiced wine. They ate in comfortable silence at first, exchanging small smiles and light conversation. When the meal was finished, Arvin leaned back in his chair and looked at her with that familiar dark hunger in his eyes.
"Come here," he said softly. "Sit on my lap."
Mirha stood and walked to him. Instead of sitting sideways as she usually did, she straddled him facing forward, lowering herself slowly until her bare pussy pressed directly against the front of his trousers, right over his cock.
Arvin wasn't hard yet, but the moment he felt her warm, wet heat through the fabric, his cock twitched and began to swell rapidly beneath her.
He exhaled sharply, hands instinctively gripping her hips.
"What are you doing?" he asked, voice already rougher.
Mirha didn't answer with words. She simply reached up and untied her robe, letting it fall open. Arvin's eyes darkened. He grabbed the silk and tossed it across the room, then placed his hands firmly on her waist, holding her in place.
Mirha undid the laces of her corset with trembling fingers. The fabric loosened and her breasts spilled free, full and soft. Arvin pulled her closer immediately, leaning in to take one nipple into his mouth. He sucked deeply, tongue swirling, then bit down just hard enough to make her moan sharply.
Mirha's hand rested on his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken. Arvin's mouth popped off her left breast with a wet sound, his breath hot against her skin.
Her hand slid lower, slowly undoing the ties of his trousers, then pulling them open. Arvin lifted his hips slightly to help her push the fabric down. His cock sprang free — thick, heavy, and already fully hard.
Mirha rose up on her knees, positioned herself over him, and slowly sank down. She took him entirely in one smooth, wet slide, gasping as he stretched and filled her completely.
Arvin groaned deeply, pulling her flush against his chest. He took her nipple back into his mouth, sucking hard while his other hand massaged and pinched her other breast. Mirha whimpered, overwhelmed by the fullness.
"Move, Mirha," he murmured against her skin, voice low and gentle but unmistakably dominating. "Move for me."
She started bouncing — slow at first, then faster. The sensation was intense, almost too much. Her thighs trembled, and she felt like she might cry from the overwhelming pleasure. Arvin's hands gripped her waist tighter, helping her find the rhythm, then guiding her movements when she faltered.
When she finally found her pace, he let go and leaned back in the chair, watching her with dark, hooded eyes. Mirha panted, hands braced on his abdomen as she rode him, breasts bouncing with every rise and fall.
Arvin's breathing grew ragged. He was close. Suddenly he sat up, gripping her waist hard, and took control — moving her faster, slamming her down onto his cock with deep, powerful thrusts. Mirha cried out as she came hard around him, walls clenching tight. Arvin followed right after, groaning loudly as he spilled deep inside her, holding her tightly down on him, his face buried in her neck.
They stayed like that for a long moment — Mirha trembling in his arms, Arvin holding her close, both of them breathing hard, skin slick with sweat.
Arvin pressed a soft kiss to her neck, voice husky.
"I love you…"
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