Yet dread and regret weren’t the responses I wanted to extract from this Royal. Nay, I wanted that heartbeat, that erratic button pounding in her neck, aching to burst through. I wanted it. If she were of any other rank, I would make good on this moment. I’d press her against the tree, slip my hand under that skirt, and curl my fingers into the molten slot of her pussy until she came hard and sweetly into my shoulder.
