Roark gripped my jaw in his palm, drawing my eyes back to him. He released me only long enough to say, Tell me to stop. “We should.” He nodded, but his hand remained under my skirt, his thumb drawing small circles on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. This would not be accepted. King Damir’s prize with the prince’s personal guard would be seen as a distraction the king would not allow. “We should stop.” My lips hovered over his. I adjusted my position on his lap, settling my core over his hardness. Roark hissed through his teeth, and his fingers dug into the flesh of my leg. I tilted my
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