?Chapter 353:


    Was there truly no other way?


    Silence settled between us, heavy like the unspoken fears lingering in the air.


    yton noticed, of course. He always did.


    He gently pressed his forehead against mine, his hands cradling my face as if I were something precious, something he couldn’t bear to lose. His deep eyes locked onto mine, filled with emotion.


    “Makenna,” he whispered, his voice full of tenderness and urgency. “I know you don’t want to let go of this child. But please, I’m begging you, think about your own life too.”


    Makenna’s POV


    In that moment, my heart pounded with a storm of emotions, the rims of my eyes burning red as tears spilled freely once more. yton watched me, his gaze brimming with tenderness. He lowered his head, his lips brushing gently against the tear tracks on my cheeks. The warmth of his kiss sent my heart leaping.


    I reached for him, clutching him tightly as if my embrace alone could keep him from vanishing. yton stiffened slightly before his arms encircled me in return. His lips, hungry with desire, trailed from my forehead downward until they finally captured mine. Without warning, our mouths fused together, my thoughts scattering as fire surged through my veins.


    The kiss deepened, growing more desperate. yton’s warm breath fanned across my face, his tongue parting my lips to explore my mouth with a passion that mirrored the heat in his eyes. My body trembled uncontrobly, my arms locked around his neck as I kissed him back with equal fervor.


    I could feel him—his warmth, his breath—and the confusion and helplessness of the past days melted into pure, aching need. yton’s hands drifted down my neck, his fingers skimming over my hardened nipples through the fabric of my dress. He lifted the hem, burying his face between my breasts, inhaling deeply before his mouth closed around one peaked bud.


    A soft moan escaped me, my legs parting instinctively. But then, hesitation struck. The possibility of pregnancy flickered in my mind, giving me pause.


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    yton seemed to sense my doubt. Gently, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his voice a whisper. “Don’t worry. I’ll use my hands. I promise I won’t hurt you.”


    I nodded, reassured, and wound my arms around yton’s neck. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bedroom where heid me down on the soft sheets with deliberate care. The moment he joined me, his mouth found my peaked nipple while his fingers slipped between my thighs, teasing my sensitive clit with exquisite gentleness—as if I might break beneath his touch.


    “Rx,” he murmured, his fingers working me with a rhythm that drew slick heat between my legs. All the while, his hardened length pressed insistently against my hip. Seeing hisbored breaths, the visible effort to restrain himself, I flushed and reached for his pants, freeing his thick arousal.


    yton blinked in surprise. “Makenna…”


    My face burned as I averted my gaze. “Please, be gentle. It’s alright.”


    At my words, whatever restraint remained shattered. He kissed my forehead tenderly before aligning himself with my dripping core, grinding against me without entering.


    “Your Highness,” I whispered, desire darkening my eyes. “Just… take me.”


    yton’s control snapped. He sheathed himself inside me with aching slowness, my body clenching around him in instinctive wee. A soft gasp escaped him, but his movements stayed careful, measured—each shallow thrust stoking the fire between us. I arched against him, nails biting into his shoulders, my moans pleading for more.


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