From Storms to Thrones (Part 1)

Chapter 37: Take Me to Church

Rhaenyra's body reacted instantly, practically levitating off the couch, her back arching as if she were trying to escape and chase the sensation all at once. I pressed my hand down on her abdomen to keep her in place, holding her grounded while her entire body trembled with the intensity of it.

The sound that tore from her throat—half cry, half groan—was the loudest she'd made so far, raw and desperate, filling the room and sending a surge of heat through me. It was like she was unraveling under me, completely lost in the pleasure, and I was determined to keep her right there, suspended in that overwhelming bliss for as long as possible.

Her body quaked beneath my touch, every tremor pulling me deeper into the moment. The weight of her pleasure, her surrender, was something I could almost feel pulsing through my own veins. I kept my pace steady, each movement calculated but gentle, letting her ride the wave without pushing her too far too fast. Her hand slid down to intertwine with mine at her abdomen, our fingers interlocking and squeezing as if to anchor her. Meanwhile, my fingers moved in rhythm inside her, matching the flicks of my tongue with deliberate, synchronized motions.

Her breath came in sharp, erratic bursts, each one catching in her throat as if the pleasure was overwhelming her, and I could feel her tightening around my fingers. The closer she got, the more desperate she became—her free hand fisted in the couch cushion, her legs shaking uncontrollably, as if she was fighting to stay tethered to reality. But I didn't let up. I wanted her to let go, to feel safe enough to fall completely apart in my hands.

"Elizabeth," she whimpered again, her voice breaking as her body began to tense, the pressure building between us like a storm ready to break. I knew she was close, teetering on the brink, and I wanted to give her everything—to push her over the edge and watch her shatter with a kind of release that was as much emotional as it was physical. The rawness of her need, her vulnerability, was a gift she rarely gave, and I treated it with the reverence it deserved.

I curled my fingers inside her just right, hitting that perfect spot, and felt her entire body freeze for a heartbeat. Then she broke. The cry that left her was primal, a sound ripped from the deepest part of her as the tension exploded, and she came hard, her body shaking, every muscle in her frame locking up as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

I held her through it, my fingers and mouth never faltering, drawing out every second of her release, wanting her to feel every bit of it. She was beautiful like this—raw, unguarded, and completely undone.

When the last ripples of her orgasm finally subsided, I gently pulled away, my lips and fingers lingering for just a moment longer, savoring the last traces of her warmth. As I looked up, Rhaenyra was sprawled back against the couch, utterly sated. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath, one hand draped across her eyes, shielding her from the world in her vulnerable state.

Her entire body still trembled with aftershocks, tiny afterquakes that seemed to course through her with every exhale. The sight of her—completely undone, the mighty queen reduced to pure, unfiltered bliss—made my chest swell with a strange mixture of pride and tenderness. There was something so intimate in seeing her like this, a side of her that only I was allowed to witness, and it made my heart ache in the best possible way.

I wanted to say something, to break the silence that hung between us, but the moment felt too sacred, too intimate, to be disrupted by words. Instead, I slowly stood up from my knees, ignoring the dull ache that had settled in them, and moved forward with purpose. I let my lips trail upward, starting at her trembling legs, pressing soft kisses along her skin, chasing the aftershocks still running through her body. I kissed my way up to her hips, her stomach, and then her breast, carefully avoiding her sensitive nipples, knowing she was still tender from the intensity of it all.