Content Warning:
This chapter contains explicit mature content and features themes of female dominance and male submission.
Reader discretion is advised. Please ensure you are of appropriate age and comfortable with these dynamics before continuing.
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I swallowed hard, feeling slightly unsettled as I turned back to see that damned smirk playing on his lips.
Drake gripped my hips firmly, pulling my body back so his hardened length pressed between my thighs.
"Do you like what you see, princess?"
My sensitive core brushed against his lower abdomen, drawing a soft moan from my lips. Having come this far, there was no turning back now without losing face.
You're a warrior, you must conquer this beast.
Steeling myself with that thought, I reached down to grasp his proud masculinity, guiding it to my welcoming entrance. He thrust his hips eagerly, desperate to bury himself deep within me.
But I held him back, smiling wickedly.
"Let me remind you who's in charge here."
