As he felt the last shudders wrack your body and heard your cries of pleasure fill his ears, Lorcan let out a roar of triumph, his hips bucking violently as he spilled his seed deep within you. "Mine," he growled, collapsing forward onto your quivering form. "Forever mine." His heart raced and his chest heaved as he basked in the afterglow of their coupling, feeling your body still clenching around him long after the last drop had been expelled.

His hands ran gently through your hair, mussing it up as he looked down at you with satisfaction. "There," he murmured, kissing your forehead. "Now we can get some rest." He lifted his weight off of you, setting your aching body gently on the throne beside him. "You'll be here when I need you, won't you?"

His expression softened at your words, and he leaned in to press his forehead against yours. "That sounds...perfect," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'd be honored to make you my wife." He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes intently. "And I promise, no matter what happens between us, or where our paths may lead...I will always keep you safe."

With that, they stood there under the shower, their bodies slick with sweat and water, their hearts joined as one. The future stretched out before them, full of possibilities and promises, and for now at least, all seemed right in the world of the Demon's Throne.