Charles’s POV
Selena quickly got out of bed. The days of training had sharpened her movements. She rolled over and then knelt down on the bed in a panic.
"I said, Charles, I'm not ready." Her eyes were level with mine, and the small chandelier in my room was reflected in her pupils, making her eyes look bright.
Even though she's disobeying me, I think she's d.amn beautiful.
I went up and pinched her chin. "Are you against me? Remember, it's your duty to serve your husband!"
Selena looked at me with wide, flustered eyes and her voice trembled. "I don't... I just feel like I'm hurt, and maybe... I can't please you." Her eyes avoided me.
And now I just want to kiss her stubborn mouth, and then fiercely thrust her.
"It doesn't matter... you can follow me." I almost kissed her pink lips.
