I sweep her around and plant her back against the wall. My hand lifts her leg, spreading her wide open for my assault. I groan as my cock enters her perfect tightness. She grabs me with her nether muscles, pleasing me as I glide back out, then in again.

“Am I still your good girl?” she teases.

I crush her lips with a kiss, ruling her mouth with my tongue. Then I drop my mouth down to her shoulder and bite her just to remind her who has claimed her. To remind her who rules.

Anastasia wraps her legs around my waist as I thrust into her. She clings to me with all four limbs like a swimmer clinging to a raft in a storm-tossed sea. Her animalistic groans and moans of pleasure are more than enough incentive for me to consume her all the harder.

“Oh Tyrok!” she screams my name like a religious zealot, clamping down on me and digging her nails into my back. I go even harder, gasping as I release my seed into my mate. We will have a fine, strong child. Maybe many children.

“I love you,” I whisper once I release her flesh from my teeth.

“I love you, too,” she sighs into my hair.

And for this, I would crush or surrender any kingdom in the galaxy.