I let out a sharp, broken gasp as I felt the first, heavy surge of him—a thick, stretching fullness that seemed to push the very air from my lungs. It was an invasion of heat and power, a declaration of war made in flesh.
Maegel let out a long, shuddering groan, his head falling forward into the crook of my neck, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding himself back.
"Lyssa," he breathed, his voice a wrecked, possessive sound. "Tell them... tell them you feel me."
"I feel you, Maegel," I whispered, my voice a jagged edge of delight as I arched my back, my fingers clawing at his shoulders. I looked past him, my gaze locking onto Julian's golden, hungry eyes and Caelum's dark, calculating stare.
"But I can still see them," I taunted, my smirk widening even as Maegel began his first, deep thrust. "It seems the Crown isn't quite enough to fill my vision... yet."
