“Well?” I ask, and he laughs at me, a bit breathless and very obviously surprised. I’ve just shocked the shit out of him. “Lemme get you a crown made, baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sex and satisfaction. “You can have half my kingdom. Fuck, you can have it all. I made it for you, you know, Havoc.” And then he kisses me on the mouth, and I forget what I said about not having an orgasm. I have two before I leave our little cocoon of darkness.
