King Salvatore.
Her small hands grip the forte of my shirts and I place Lilas upon her drawers. The vanilla hues on her skin pierces through my nose and I use my hands to cup her face, feeling her soft plump lips against mine. I cannot remember the last time I kissed a woman, decades ago after I put my wife into the ground. Yet, I don’t remember a kiss being so sweet—like water to quench thirst.
Except, Lila’s lips is sweet, with notes of strawberry. Quickly, her legs wrap around my waist and my mouth latches around her neck.
Could this be it? Will I finally take her?
I ask myself, my heart gripping with a thud as I place my hand on her lap, wishing she wasn’t wearing pants so that I could insert myself faster.
“Sir!” Richard’s voice senses and Lukas turns her face away in shame of
