Chapter 988. As Expected From Her... She’s Trying to Keep Her Strong Composure**

Chapter 988: 988. As Expected From Her... She’s Trying to Keep Her Strong Composure**

The night had only just begun, and as Rex claimed her with a ferocity that promised to leave her breathless, Aurelia realized that while she had saved Aethelgard, she had lost herself in the process.

Each moan that escaped her lips was both a surrender and a lament, a symphony of pleasure and pain that echoed through the halls of the house she had sworn to protect.

Aurelia pushed herself upright, her legs feeling like water despite the magic coursing through her veins. The shame was a physical weight, but she refused to let him see her crumble further.

She needed to reclaim some semblance of control, some shred of dignity, even if it was merely the dignity of a hostess performing a grim duty.

"This is not where we belong," she said, her voice steadier than she felt. "If this must happen... if you truly intend to honor our pact, then let us go to my chambers."

"The parlor is too exposed."

She stood, smoothing her torn robe with shaking hands, and turned toward the ornate doorway just adjacent to where Rex sat. But before she could take two steps, she felt the air shift behind her.

A sudden, heavy heat pressed against her back. Rex had moved with supernatural speed, closing the distance in an instant.

His large, calloused hands slid upward from her hips, bypassing the silk to cup her full, heavy breasts from behind. His thumbs grazed her nipples through the thin fabric, sending a jolt of involuntary electricity straight to her core.

"Mmph! Ahh—!" Aurelia gasped, her back arching instinctively against his solid chest. "Hey! What are you doing?"

"Why are we doing this here in the hallway?" she snapped, trying to summon her regal authority despite the way her breath hitched. "Can’t we at least go somewhere... worthy? Somewhere private?"

Rex’s chuckle was low and vibrating against her spine, a sound that made her thighs tremble. "I like that."

"Lead the way, my lady," he whispered darkly, his breath hot against the nape of her neck. "But don’t expect me to wait until we reach the threshold."

"You are insufferable," she hissed, though her body was already betraying her, her nipples hardening beneath his touch. "Fine... Come."

She marched toward her bedroom, her hips swaying with a forced grace that hid the frantic beating of her heart. The walk felt like an eternity, each step punctuated by the soft swish-swish of her robe and the heavy, deliberate footsteps of Rex following close behind, his hands occasionally straying to graze her ass or press against her lower back.

When they finally crossed the threshold into her private sanctum, the door clicking shut behind them with finality, Rex let out a low whistle. The room was bathed in soft candlelight, scented with lavender and expensive oils.

"This is your bedroom?" Rex asked, stepping into the center of the room and scanning the mahogany furniture and silk hangings. "Damn, Aurelia."

"This is nice. Really has that... royal house feel. Expensive."

Aurelia turned to face him, her cheeks flushed crimson. "It is my private sanctuary. A place you have no business desecrating."

Rex didn’t seem bothered by her venom. "Enough of all the yap."

"Let’s get started then, shall we?" he said, his voice dropping an octave. "I believe we have promises to keep."

Without breaking eye contact, Rex began to undress. He moved with a slow, deliberate confidence that was infuriating.

First, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the firm, sculpted planes of his chest. His fingers moved down to his belt, the leather creaking as he loosened it.

He discarded his clothes piece by piece, each movement drawing Aurelia’s eyes despite her best efforts to look away.

Aurelia watched him, a spark of something primal igniting in her gut. A bitter, defiant thought crystallized in her mind.

’Am I really about to...? Fine.’

’If this is to be my surrender, then I will not be a passive victim.’

’I will not let this monster simply take what he wants while I lie there like a broken doll.’

’No way am I letting him take the lead after everything he’s done to me and my people.’

’If I must do this, I will win this moment!’

With a sharp inhale, she reached for the sash of her robe. "Hmph."

"You think you can simply command me?" she challenged, her eyes narrowing. "You think you can dictate every second of this?"

Her fingers flew to the ties of her robe. She pulled them free, letting the silk cascade off her shoulders and pool at her feet in a soft fwhump.

"I will show you what it means to truly claim something, Rex."

She stepped toward him, naked and defiant, her breasts rising and falling with rapid breaths. She reached for the buttons of his trousers, her touch deliberately slow, her eyes locked onto his with a fierce intensity.

"Nnh... ahh..." A small moan escaped her as her fingers brushed against his heated skin. "You want me?"

"Then take what you think you’ve earned, but remember I am not yours."

"I am merely... enduring you."

Rex’s grin was wolfish. "Oh, I think we both know you’re doing much more than enduring."

The room suddenly filled with the sounds of their escalating tension: the rustle of discarded fabric, the sharp intake of breath, and the first tentative moans as their bodies finally collided.

Aurelia’s protests were quickly drowned out by the wet sounds of kissing and the increasingly desperate cries as she fought to maintain her control even as her body screamed for his touch.

The candlelight flickered across Aurelia’s exposed skin, casting long, dancing shadows against the silk-covered walls.

Standing completely naked before him, she tried to hold her head high, but the vulnerability of her position made every nerve ending feel raw and exposed.

Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath, the tips peaked and sensitive in the cool air of the chamber.

Rex circled her like a predator assessing a prize. His eyes raked over every inch of her: the curve of her hips, the swell of her stomach, and the flawless tan of her thighs.

A cruel, lopsided smile spread across his face.

"Look at you," he mused, his voice dripping with mockery. "Even after bearing a child... a useless little whelp, no less, your body remains at its absolute peak."

"Almost sinful, how perfect you still are."

Aurelia flinched as if he had struck her. The insult to her son stung worse than any physical blow, but she refused to let her knees buckle.

"Leave my son out of your filthy mouth," she spat, though her voice trembled. "You’ve manipulated him enough."

Rex ignored her anger, his gaze darkening with command. "Enough talk then."

"On your knees, Aurelia. Right now."

Her jaw tightened. Every instinct screamed at her to resist, to fight, to maintain some shred of her royal dignity.

But the memory of the crushing telekinetic grip and the threat to Aethelgard flashed through her mind. With a choked sound of humiliation halfway between a sob and a growl, she sank to the plush carpet, her knees pressing into the soft fabric.

From this position, she was forced to look up at him. Rex still wore his underwear, but even through the fabric, the evidence of his arousal was undeniable.

A massive, thick bulge strained against the cloth, stretching the material to its absolute limit. It looked impossible, a grotesque violation of anatomy that made her stomach flip.

"Good girl," Rex purred. "Now, let’s see if you’re as good at what comes next."

With one swift, impatient motion, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and shoved them down.

Thwack!

The sheer weight and momentum of his cock sent it swinging forward, the tip slapping against Aurelia’s cheek with surprising force.

"Whew!" Rex barked out a rough, delighted laugh, his chest heaving. "Thought my cock was going to burst right there! Hahaha!"

Aurelia froze, her eyes widening until they burned. Her breath hitched in her throat as she stared at the weapon of flesh now dangling inches from her face.

Her mind went completely blank for several seconds as she tried to process what she was seeing.

’Wha—huh?!’

’What the hell is this thing?!’ her thoughts screamed in a panicked crescendo. ’It’s huge! It’s absolutely massive!’

’And so long... how is that even possible? Do cocks seriously get this big?!’

Her gaze traced the angry red veins that spiraled up the shaft, each one standing out like corded rope. It made her husband look like a child in comparison; it made everything she knew about intimacy feel like a lie.

Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird.

’And god, it stinks!’ The musky, salt, and skin aroma hit her nostrils—a potent, overwhelming scent of pure male arousal that made her dizzy. ’I can see it throbbing!’

’It’s pulsing right in front of my eyes! It’s disgusting... it’s terrifying...’

"Well?" Rex’s voice broke through her paralysis, rough and impatient. "Are you going to keep staring all day like you’ve never seen a real man before?"

Before she could respond, he moved closer, bringing the throbbing heat of him directly against her lips.

Slap.

He thrust his hips forward slightly, the cock smacking against her mouth again, forcing her head back.

"C’mon, you’re a grown-up, aren’t you?" he taunted, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "You know exactly what to do, right? Or do I need to teach you from scratch?"

Aurelia let out a whimper of pure distress, a sound that was half sob and half moan. "Tch!"

"Nnh... ahh... please..." she breathed, her lips parting involuntarily as the heat of him radiated against her mouth.

The sheer scale of him made her feel small, fragile, and utterly consumed by the power imbalance between them.