TâChallaâs breath caught despite his discipline, a low sound slipping from his chest as his hand curled into the furs beside her. His eyes closed briefly, jaw tightening as he fought for composure, the king giving way to the panther for a heartbeat. When he opened them again, they were dark with warmth and awe, his voice a quiet murmur of her nameâcontrol shaken, not broken, by the intimacy he trusted only to her.
By a galaxy, she was the most skilled he had ever known. His hands found her instinctively, fingers threading through her hair with slow, reverent care, guiding without force, holding without urgency." You please...your King astonishing."
Her grip tightened on her spear as she watched Natasha devour the King, the room heavy with heat and reverence. It wasn't just the act itself that stirred her unease, but the way Natasha moved with him â unafraid, unhesitating, as if she already belonged in that space.
âDesire is easy,â Okoye murmured under her breath, jealousy sharpening her tone just enough to betray it.
Natashaâs pace was deliberate, unhurried, each movement drawing a sharper response from him than the last. TâChallaâs breath broke this timeâno effort to hide itâas his hand slid into her hair, fingers tightening just enough to betray how close his control was to slipping. His chest rose hard beneath her touch, a low sound vibrating out of him despite himself. Heavy droplets of pre-cum spilled from his strong, thick member.
TâChallaâs hand stilled her, his voice low and steady as he murmured, âĐĄŃОК⌠НŃĐł наСад,â the command gentle but unmistakable as he guided her to recline, eyes never leaving hers.