NOLAN
The prince took the emerald green handkerchief out of the breast pocket of his jacket and folded it into a tight ball.
He pressed it into Yena’s mouth, and she kept it there.
Then he touched her again, softly. She moaned a little, though it was muted with her teeth clenched over the wad of silky fabric.
Nolan shook his head and shushed her again.
Her face moved into what would have been a smile, if she were not gagged.
“You will be silent,” he said sternly into her ear. “And you will like it.”
Her eyes rolled back a little and fluttered closed. She panted, breathing through her nose, and started to shiver.
Nolan moved Yena’s panties to the side and slipped his middle finger inside of her, and curled all his ot
