He bent and whispered in my ear. "Do you mind me getting you out of your clothes?"
A grin made its way to my lips, my body reacting to his touch. "I don't mind it, my King."
His hands found the zip holding my dress immediately and he pulls it down, off my shoulder.
Cyrus came to kneel in front of me and I'm gasping when he suddenly carries me a bit so he could pull the dress from under me. And finally, it pooled at my feet.
I'm seated naked and I don't miss the glint in his eyes as his eyes raked over me, tracing every curve on my body with his eyes.
I'm left wanting and needing his touch but he doesn't touch me where I want.
Instead he grips my neck, pushing me to lean my head over the chair.
It was forceful and rough but I'm loving it so much and not complaining.
"Can you maintai
