Chapter 11

ELEVEN

T iffany floated as they hurried into the castle and Zak guided her to his room. They stopped at his door and he met her gaze.

"Are you sure? Your room is right there if you've changed your mind."

She smiled and shook her head, squeezing his hand in reassurance. "I'm sure." She leaned forward and pulled him down. Then she kissed him softly, gently. He remained still, letting her run her hands over his chest as she explored his lips. Emotions rose in her that she had never experienced. There was a bond that had cemented itself between them.

She pulled back a little, smiling as she stroked his cheek.

"Tiffany …"

"Shh." She put her fingers over his lips. "Open the door and take me inside, Zak. Take me on your bed."

Tiffany kissed him again, more urgently this time. Zak opened the door and let her into his room.

As Tiffany stepped into Zak's private suites for the first time, her breath caught in her throat. The space was a perfect blend of regal opulence and natural beauty, reflecting Zak's dual nature as both king and panther shifter.

The main living area was vast with soaring ceilings adorned with intricate, glowing crystal chandeliers that mimicked the constellations of Nova Aurora's night sky. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the purple forests and distant pink oceans.

Rich, dark wood paneling covered the walls, intricately carved with scenes of Nova Aurora's history and wildlife. Plush rugs in deep greens and blues softened the polished stone floors, their patterns reminiscent of the forest floor.

The furniture was a mix of stately and comfortable. A massive fireplace dominated one wall, flanked by bookshelves filled with ancient tomes and modern data tablets. Before it sat a collection of overstuffed leather chairs and a long, inviting couch that looked perfect for lounging.

Tiffany's eyes were drawn to a corner where a massive, bed piled high with furs and silken pillows sat upon a slightly raised platform. It looked more like a luxurious nest than a traditional bed, clearly designed to accommodate Zak's large frame.

Near the windows, a sleek desk of polished black stone held holographic displays and communication devices, a reminder of Zak's royal duties. Yet beside it stood an easel with half-finished paintings, hinting at his artistic side.

The suite seamlessly blended technology and nature, luxury and comfort. It was unmistakably the domain of a king, yet it felt welcoming and personal - a private sanctuary where Zak could truly be himself.

As Tiffany took it all in, she realized this space represented everything Zak was - powerful yet nurturing, regal yet down-to-earth, a leader who was deeply connected to his people and his world. It was, she thought with a flutter in her chest, a place she could easily call home.

She followed Zak to the bed.

"Sit down, handsome. I don't bite."

A slow grin spread over his lips. "I do."

Boy was she counting on it. She climbed onto his lap, pushing his shoulders back against the piled pillows.

She kissed him and melted into the kiss. She wanted him to know how much she wanted him.

Tiffany sat up on Zak's lap, reaching down to grab the hem of her dress, and pulled it up over her shoulders. As she dropped it on the floor, Zak groaned, his hands coming up to cover her breasts and rub his palms against her nipples.

"So beautiful. You're precious, my queen."

Her heart thudded double-time with his low, sweet words. "You're pretty amazing yourself, Your Majesty."

As his hands moved gently across her skin, Tiffany felt the ache inside her intensify until it was like pain. She'd been wanting him and denying herself for what felt like too long that now her emotions were charging through her with the force of a stampede. She moaned softly between their kisses, pain mixed with pleasure.

"Are you all right?" Zak asked.

"I'm good, My King." She nodded. "I want you."

His golden gaze seemed to reach into her soul. "I want you too, my queen. I need you."

Zak claimed her lips in a quick move that left her breathless. The kiss was fired with a desperate urgency. Tiffany thrust her hips against him, grinding downward as their hands groped each other's bodies. Zak groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust upward.

Tiffany sat up, looking at the ceiling as she cried out. Zak lifted her, almost throwing her onto the bed, where he tore off her underwear and dove onto her pussy. Tiffany twisted, gasping as his tongue found her clit, and his lips explored her.

She grabbed his hair with one hand, thrusting her hips up. Her insides trembled, and she felt release waiting for her, almost close enough to touch.

"Zak…more…"

Zak tightened his hands on her hips and obeyed, lapping at her clit and farther down, keeping up the pressure until Tiffany went into a full-body spasm, her arms and legs shaking as the orgasm flooded through her bones and raced over her skin.

Tiffany threw one hand over her face, moaning as her body throbbed. When she looked up, Zak had his pants down, and he was kneeling at the edge of the bed. She reached out for his hands, nodding eagerly. He wound his fingers through hers and slid forward, teasing her with the head of his cock.

Tiffany was so sensitive from her orgasm that she cried out. Zak smiled, reaching down to rub her with his fingers. Tiffany let out another sharp breath, almost a scream, as he teased her with pressure. Then, he guided himself into her.

Tiffany moaned and gasped, reaching out to Zak as she felt his body touching the very deepest parts of her own. He leaned forward, and she grabbed his shoulders, bracing herself against him. She blinked hard, losing herself in those big, golden eyes.

He paused for a moment, and Tiffany felt her inner muscles clench around him as if her entire body wanted to hold on to him and never let go. Zak looked into her eyes, his face flooded with emotions Tiffany couldn't name.

"You own my heart," he said, bringing one hand up to stroke her cheek.

"Zak," she whispered back, smiling. What could she say? She wanted to tell him how much she loved him but the words were stuck in her throat. She wanted to say it so badly but fear kept them in her mouth. She would show him how she felt.

Zak lowered his head to kiss her lips, and as the warmth of her passion spread through her, Tiffany opened to him, letting him kiss her deeper than ever before as she relaxed on the bed. Her hips loosened, parting her thighs even more.

Zak groaned. Tiffany's inner muscles pulsed as he thrust his hips forward, and pleasure shot through her, making tremors run through her nerves. Another orgasm took her, making her head roll back as she let herself go.

When the pleasure faded, Tiffany looked up to see Zak hovering over her, a small smile on his face. He stroked her cheek, shaking his head.

"So beautiful," he whispered. Her body gripped him even tighter.

Zak began to thrust in a long, slow rhythm, and every stroke made her cry out as she was bombarded by sensation.

She could tell that Zak was trying to hold himself together and pleasure her for as long as possible. Every time she exploded from within, he moaned and tightened his grip on her.

Tiffany wrapped her legs around him, gripping his shoulders. As much as she appreciated him holding off, she wanted to feel him orgasm too.

"Zak," she moaned. "Let go. Fill me."

He shuddered as if he'd been struck. Tiffany dug her fingers into his shoulders and opened her thighs even further as he began to thrust in short, hard strokes. As he increased his pace, going faster and faster, Tiffany felt orgasm after orgasm rolling through her.

She clung to him, listening to what sounded like a rough growl and watching his face. Her entire focus narrowed down to Zak's body and his rough hands that touched her so gently. His hard body pleasured her so thoroughly.

She cried out as he swelled inside her, becoming impossibly hard and thick. She thrashed on the bed, pinned under him as he grunted and groaned, and finally came inside her, his whole body shuddering under the force of his release.

Zak's breath was ragged, and his body shook, but he was still carefully holding himself up so he didn't crush her, and he was watching her face carefully. Tiffany smiled, tilting her head to kiss him.

"You're all right?" he asked, his voice trembling.

She nodded. "More than all right," she whispered. "I'm fantastic."

Zak laughed softly, a sound of wonder and joy. Tiffany promised herself that she'd make him this happy every single day of his life … and she'd make damn sure he knew he deserved it too.

"This is where you're meant to be. With me. In my bed. My queen."

She wrapped her body around his as if she could swallow him with her love. She wanted him to feel safe, comforted, and cared for.