Thorns Of The Crown Steel Between the Sheets

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After the meet with the Prince at midnight in Courtyard. Rain falls soft as secrets. Seraya slips through the shadows—toward danger she once kissed.

Ser Lior Vallen

You shouldn’t be here.

His voice cracked like thunder, but lower. Dangerous. The kind that made her thighs press tighter together.

Seraya Thorne

*smirking* Then punish me.

She stepped under the balcony’s stone arch, soaked in moonlight and rain. Her cloak slipped, revealing bare shoulders and breasts barely held by silk.

Ser Lior Vallen

*gritting his teeth* You were with him again. The prince.

Seraya Thorne

He summoned me. You never do.

Ser Lior Vallen

*stepping close* Because if I did… I wouldn’t let you leave my bed until you forgot every other man's name.

He grabbed her wrists, pushed her against the wall — stone-cold behind her, his body hot and hard in front.

Seraya Thorne

*moaning softly* Mmm… always so rough when you're jealous.

Ser Lior Vallen

Do you want me to be gentle, Seraya? Or do you want me to make you scream so loud the whole castle knows you're mine?

Seraya Thorne

*breathless* Break me if you must… just don’t stop.

He lifted her by the thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her head hit the wall softly as he bit her neck, hard enough to bruise, his hands under her dress, finding her already soaked.

Ser Lior Vallen

*growling* Dripping for me, even after him. You are a filthy little traitor.

Seraya Thorne

*panting* _Because I imagined it was you. Every thrust. Every moan. Gods, I need you—

He yanked her dress up, tore the silk down her front. Her breasts spilled free, nipples hard in the cold.

Ser Lior Vallen

*licking one pinching other* You need to remember who you belong to.

Seraya Thorne

Then remind me. Mark me. Use me.

He entered her with one fierce push. She gasped, her nails digging into his back, her moans echoing under the rain.

Seraya Thorne

* screaming in pleasure* Ahh—Lior! Yes—just like that—deeper—

Ser Lior Vallen

Say it. Say you're mine.

Each thrust harder than the last, his hands gripping her hips like he owned her.

Seraya Thorne

*crying out* I’m yours—yours, gods—I’m fucking yours—

Wet slaps. Moans. Ragged breath. A scream swallowed by a kiss echoed.

She collapsed against him, legs still wrapped, his heart hammering through her chest. He held her close, forehead pressed to hers, but his voice was colder now.

Ser Lior Vallen

*quietly* I saw him with his hand on your throat. You moaned for him.

Seraya Thorne

*guiltily* I moaned… but I never begged. Only you make me beg.

She kissed his jaw. Slowly. As if sealing a lie with her lips.

Lior watches her leave, barefoot, bruised, and full of him — while on the tower, Queen Ravena watches both of them through rain-streaked glass.

Queen Ravena Morvin

*chuckles* The knight is in love. And love is so… easy to ruin.

End of this chapter.