Heaving, King Raithen looked up after tasting Morielle’s sweet and tangy nectar. It was nothing like he had ever tasted before—either alcoholic drinks or other beverages. He tasted a couple of his wives down there, but none tasted so good than this devastating alluring female before him. Her unique taste was something he wanted to savor time and time again. In addition to that, her unique scent drove him wild.
He wanted her so bad that he rose to his feet and started to undress. His body was also damp with sweat, so it felt like a relief when he was out of those clothes. The air that touched his moist skin was more than welcome, as his raging desire for his youngest general soared higher than God Naddiro’s paradise.
Morielle watched him with wide eyes. She gawped at the sight of him—his
