This is the dress of the Queen who owns me heart and soul, and I want to be able to see you in it as often as I can. I want to be able to dress you up in it then peel it back off again to claim you with my tongue and my hands and my cock.” “Who knew the big, bad Dragon Heir would be into wedding roleplay?” I teased and he grinned at me, this feral, wicked grin that promised to destroy any scraps of virtue I might have had left. “Oh, Roxy. You have no fucking idea.”
Oh.
