Chapter 1207

Chapter 1207:

My moans seemed to spur him on, and his thrusts intensified. My arms tightened around his neck as my slow grinding quickened.

“Ah… so good…” I groaned.

Clayton’s movements shifted between shallow exploration and deep, heavy thrusts.

He kissed me fiercely, his lips sucking on my tongue. I returned his kiss with the same fervor. After a long, passion-filled exchange, Clayton released my lips, letting his mouth wander down my neck until it found its way to my breast. He licked at my hardened nipple before taking it into his mouth, alternating between one and then the other even as he continued thrusting.

Then his thrust struck a sensitive spot within me, and my whole body tensed.

“I can’t… I can’t take it anymore… Clayton…” I moaned.

“Yet you cling so tightly,” Clayton replied with a mischievous chuckle.

He bit down gently on my nipple, his thrusts growing faster and heavier, hitting that same sensitive place again and again. My back arched involuntarily, and my fingers dug into his back, leaving shallow marks across his skin.

I screamed as a sudden jet of liquid gushed out of me, my climax tearing through me. My whole body trembled uncontrollably even as Clayton continued thrusting vigorously. My core tightened around his cock, nearly driving him mad with pleasure.

He thrust powerfully a few more times before suddenly pulling out. Then he flipped me over as though I weighed nothing, positioning me with my ass high in the air. Before I could process what was happening, Clayton drove into me from behind with one powerful thrust.

I gasped as he entered, adjusting my waist to meet his rhythm as he buried himself inside me again and again. I moved my hips in time with his forceful thrusts. Clayton reached down, grabbed my breasts, and kneaded them roughly while pounding me from behind.

I felt the wave of pleasure building inside me again as Clayton’s thrusts intensified.

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Leonardo’s POV:

I was on the edge, my frustration bubbling over as my army was defeated once again, barely contained. Seated on the throne in the vast hall, I watched Antoni standing before me. His face was locked in a permanent scowl, his eyes a mixture of apathy and contempt.

“Antoni!” I shouted, rising from my seat, unable to hold back my anger. “You claimed to have a spy inside Marehelm! Why do we keep failing? Is your so-called mole completely useless?”

Antoni’s face turned cold in an instant, his gaze sharpening with icy disdain. He lifted his head, his voice thick with mockery. “Your Majesty, the plan was flawless. It was your army’s poor execution that ruined it. If your men had just followed my instructions, things would have turned out differently.”

“You!” His sharp sarcasm ignited my fury. My hands gripped the throne’s armrests so tightly I thought they might break. “Are you trying to pass the buck?”

Antoni let out a chilling laugh, striking back without hesitation. “Your Majesty, you forget that without the Wizard Clan, you wouldn’t stand a chance against Makenna. And now, I’m your only hope!”

His voice dripped with brazen threat, a stark reminder of just how crucial he was—far more than I had ever wanted to admit. Rage surged through me, and I bellowed, “Antoni, are you really threatening me? Do you honestly think I can’t deal with Makenna on my own?”

Antoni gave a careless shrug, his indifference clear. “Your Majesty, you’re free to try. But I suggest you think it over. After all, we’re supposed to be partners.”

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