It was only the second time I had my King inside me… but the way he touched me, kissed me, claimed me—every moment felt like a fever dream I never wanted to end. His strokes weren’t just deep, they were deliberate… passionate… like he already knew every inch of me and exactly how to make me unravel. I moaned, gasped, melted for him—my body moved without thinking, completely in sync with his. By the end, I wasn’t just fucked—I was owned. Watching it now, I can feel every pulse, every breath, every filthy, perfect second. I wasn’t just his for the night… I was already his in every way.