Max panted heavily, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk while his cock still pulsed deep inside Agnia's clenching pussy, as if she was trying to milk the very last drop from his balls.
She held his neck with possessive strength, her sweaty skin rubbing hot and slick against his as her ragged breaths brushed his ear. But her eyes drifted toward the tent entrance, a victorious smirk spreading across her face. She had felt Rosalia's aura a while ago. She knew the ice bitch was watching them right now, and she loved every single second of it.
The tears in Rosalia's eyes, the obvious pain she was going through, in Agnia's eyes she looked like a wounded dog, unable to accept that her husband was the kind of man who would one day rule far more than just a kingdom, and that every true king had more than one woman warming his bed.
Max pulled his cock out with a loud, wet pop, sealing their new bond.
"Did you have fun?"
