?Chapter 896:


    His words unlocked something deep within me. It was as though all the injustice and grievances I had endured were bared naked to the world.


    I sobbed uncontrobly into yton’s arms.


    “Prince yton… I’m so scared… I really don’t know what to do…”


    My tears seemed to have broken his heart. He gently rxed his hold on me and wiped away my tears.


    However, the tears seemed to flow even harder.


    “Don’t be afraid. I’m here now. I promise that no one will ever harm you again,” yton said solemnly, gently kissing away my tears.


    Makenna’s POV:


    The room was bathed in the soft, amber light of the floormp, its warm glow wrapping yton and me in an intimate haze. His weight pressed gently against me as his lips met mine with a hunger that left me breathless. Our kiss was deep, our mouths moving in perfect sync, and I could feel the heat between us intensifying.


    My breaths grew shallow, my heart racing as our connection deepened. A trail of saliva slipped from the corner of my mouth, and I barely had time to swallow before yton’s hands began to explore my body. His touch was deliberate, tracing from my waist up to my chest, his fingers teasing the curves beneath the delicate fabric of my lingerie.


    Before I could process what was happening, he slipped my dress off, leaving my skin bare to the cool air. My breasts rose and fell with my quickened breaths, firm and exposed. I leaned back, locking eyes with yton, and in that moment, I saw raw desire in his gaze—a desire that mirrored my own.


    He pushed me down onto the sofa behind me, our fingers intertwining above my head as he kissed the corner of my lips tenderly.


    “Makenna, please don’t leave me again, okay?” he whispered, his voice soft yet pleading.


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    Before I could respond, his lips imed mine once more, his kiss both possessive and demanding. His hands moved with purpose, unbuckling his belt as his fingers found my most sensitive spot, teasing me until I trembled with need.


    Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he guided himself inside me. A gasp escaped my lips as I felt the outline of his manhood filling me from within. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer with each thrust, as if pouring every ounce of his longing and affection into me.


    My legs parted wider as he positioned me perfectly, his thick length driving deeper with each stroke, sending shudders through my body. Each movement ignited a fire within me that I could barely contain.


    “Ah… ah…”


    The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, leaving my moans fragmented and broken. As I nearly slipped off the sofa, yton’s strong grip pulled me back by the waist, his passion driving him deeper into me. My body, already overwhelmed, struggled to withstand the sheer force of his movements. My core was drenched, spilling over, the evidence pooling beneath us.


    The tender entrance, flushed and strained, stretched to its limits, teetering on the edge of unbearable pressure. Yet, with each relentless thrust, the initial difort shifted, morphing into raw, electrifying pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely. It felt as though my mind was unraveling, every thought dissolving into the chaos of sensation.


    yton’s mouth found one of my breasts, his teeth grazing lightly, his lips devouring with a hunger that left me breathless. His tongue swirled around my nipple, teasing and tormenting, while his lower body maintained its unyielding rhythm. The room echoed with the sounds of our union, a mix of pleasure and pain escaping my lips in broken, whimpering cries.


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