The silence that followed their shared cataclysm was thick and heavy, a comfortable blanket woven from exhaustion and profound satisfaction.
Jax remained a heavy, grounding weight atop Orianna, his heart a slow, powerful drum against her back, his cock still a deep, possessive presence inside her.
For a long moment, they simply existed together, their ragged breaths the only sound in the vast chamber, the air thick with the scent of their combined release.
Orianna felt boneless, her powerful body reduced to a pliant, trembling mass. Every muscle was lax, every nerve ending singing a low, sweet song of blissful aftershock.
She had been conquered, thoroughly and completely, and a deep, primal part of her reveled in it.
She was the Dragon Queen, a being of immense power and pride, but here, in this bed, with this man, she was something more. She was his.
