Chapter 690 – The Perfect Prince
The room was ruined.
Velvet sheets tossed and crumpled. Pillows cast to the floor, one torn open with stuffing leaking like snowfall.
The air? Thick. Suffocating in the best way. Steamed up from sweat and sex and demon heat. If someone opened the door right now, they'd faint from the raw musk of it.
Lux lay in the center like a fallen god. Still hard. Still breathing like a beast.
His wings? Half-folded now, twitching with leftover tremors.
His tail lazily curled around one thigh like a snake who'd just fed and was too satisfied to strike again.
He didn't speak.
Didn't need to.
Something… had shifted.
It wasn't just the post-orgasm calm. No. This was deeper. Like a cord inside him had finally untangled. Like the noise in his head, the voices, the calculations, the risk assessments, the market fluctuations, the war charts and family trees, finally shut the fuck up for once.
Just silence.
Just… stillness.
