She breathed hard, her chest rising and falling as though her lungs were desperate for air.
Everything was for him to see.
Every inch of her body, every curve and flaw, every insecurity she had carried for years was now bared before him.
Sometimes she wondered, before she ran away, if her choices had ruined her chances at ever being loved again.
Should she have waited?
Should she have saved herself for someone who truly cared for her?
Would a man still want her even after she had given birth?
The questions always haunted her, echoing in the back of her mind like a cruel whisper.
Azel's breath ghosted against her clit, and she shuddered violently.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, nerves coiling tightly in her stomach.
The memory of her first time flashed through her mind like a bitter sting.
The Emperor had never cared for her pleasure; he had shoved himself inside her and gotten it over with, leaving her with pain and emptiness instead of warmth.
