Melissa Spatiatis.
“I wonder if someone heard us.” I say, feeling the king’s firm hands tighten the ropes of my bodice, fixing what he unravelled minutes ago.
“And if they did?” Dimitrio asks, kissing my hair and I blush when he does so.
“That would be embarrassing!” I squeal and he lightly chuckles.
“You are sweet.” He says and I walk away from him because I know what sweetness he is talking about.
“Why do you run every time I say sweet words to you? Come back here.” He says, his voice is deep, containing a pattern of that raspy growl that I heard when he pounded into me. Moons, those are the best minutes of my life. I pause, I heard the authority in his voice but I am not bound by the uncertainty I used to have of him. Now, I know he is not saying to lord over me—it is his silly l
