As Nagant clung to Crow, her body pressed tightly against his, a shiver ran down her spine. She nuzzled into his neck, inhaling his scent deeply. It was intoxicating, addictive. She never wanted to let go.
Crow's fingers beneath her chin sent a jolt of electricity through her. She looked up at him, her violet eyes dark with desire. "Only for you," she whispered, her voice husky. "I can't help it. You consume my thoughts, my dreams..."
Her hand slid down his chest, over his abs, stopping at the waistband of his pants. She traced the edge with a fingertip, her touch featherlight. "I need you," she breathed, her gaze locked onto his. "I need to feel you, all of you."
Nagant's fingers deftly unbuckled Crow's belt, her movements practiced and purposeful. She slipped her hand inside his pants, wrapping it around his hardening length. He inhaled sharply at her touch, his eyes flashing with a mix of surprise and desire.
"Nagant..." he growled, his voice low and warning. But she ignored him, stroking him slowly, savoring the feel of him in her hand.
"I've waited too long," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. "I can't wait anymore."
With a swift motion, Nagant pushed Crow back onto the throne, climbing atop him. She straddled his lap, her skirt riding up to reveal her thighs. Her hands made quick work of his shirt, buttons flying as she tore it open, desperate to feel his bare skin against hers.
Crow gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he fought to maintain control. "Nagant, we're in the throne room," he hissed, glancing at the doors. "Anyone could walk in."
"Let them," she challenged, grinding against him. "I don't care. I need you now."
She leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce, demanding kiss.
Nagant's kiss was hungry, desperate, as if she were starving for Crow's touch. Her tongue invaded his mouth, tangling with his own in a dance of dominance and submission. She bit his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste mingling with their kisses.
Crow groaned, the sound muffled by Nagant's lips. His hands slid up her sides, pushing her jacket off her shoulders. She shrugged it off impatiently, breaking the kiss only long enough for the garment to fall to the floor. Her blouse followed soon after, buttons scattering across the marble floor.
Nagant arched her back, pressing her bare breasts against Crow's chest.
Crow's hands roamed over Nagant's bare skin, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. He cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, eliciting a gasp from her lips. She rocked her hips against him, the friction driving her wild with desire.
"Crow..." she panted, her head falling back as he lavished attention on her neck, sucking and biting at the delicate skin. "Please..."
She reached between them, fumbling with the fastenings of his pants. She needed him inside her, filling her, claiming her completely. Her fingers finally succeeded in freeing his erection, and she wrapped her hand around it, stroking him firmly.
Crow hissed through his teeth, his hips bucking into her touch. "Nagant, we shouldn't..." he protested weakly, even as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer.
"Shut up," she snapped, her voice commanding. "I don't care about shouldn't. I care about now. I care about you. I care about this."
She lifted herself up, positioning him at her entrance. With a swift motion, she sank down onto him, taking him deep inside her.
Chapter Twenty-Four: Nagant's Turn
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The soft rustle of fabric echoed through the grand chambers of the Dome's Inner Sanctum, where the throne stood like the heart of a kingdom—Crow's kingdom.
As Nejire reluctantly slid off his lap, flushed and breathless, her legs wobbling from exhaustion, a new figure moved with silent intensity.
Lady Nagant.
Her sultry violet eyes locked onto Crow like a predator eyeing her prize. In an instant, she was at his side, not waiting for permission, not asking—claiming.
She wrapped her arms around his right side, her body pressed tightly to his, her cheek resting on his shoulder. Possessive. Obsessive. Addicted.
"Mine…" she whispered under her breath, barely audible.
Crow didn't resist—he simply looked at her with calm authority. He knew. The charm quirks had already done their work, but Nagant's obsession had something more: a deadly edge.
Her hand trailed up to his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles with reverence, her fingers trembling. "I don't care how many others you have. Just let me stay here… like this."
She tilted her head and planted a slow, almost reverent kiss on his neck.
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The other girls stiffened—Mirko's eye twitched as her jealousy spiked again.
"She's clinging to him like a damn leech…" the bunny growled.
"She always moves in so smooth," Mina huffed, her cheeks puffed.
"So cool and… confident," Momo muttered.
But none dared to move forward. Not when Nagant had the floor. Her icy, sultry demeanor was enough to make the others freeze.
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Crow, amused, brought his fingers under her chin, lifting her face.
"You're clingy today," he said with a smirk.
Nagant blushed, her expression uncharacteristically soft. "Only for you."
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End of Chapter Twenty-Four
Want the next chapter to show Mirko snapping from jealousy? Or perhaps Crow deciding to reward Lady Nagant—or tease the others more?
End of Chapter 25