TIARA THORNELLS
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he murmured, his breath gently brushing against my ear. Shivers danced across my skin, and I bit my lower lip as his warm breath sent a jolt through my body.
“I didn’t want to take your innocence, but I longed to hear your moans again… to feel your skin and taste every part of you…” He whispered, his voice a low caress.
I swallowed hard. “A-As you wish, your highness…” The words escaped me as my body went weightless. He lifted me in a bridal carry. I forgot completely about the basket containing the vegetables I’d harvested, leaving it outside the backyard garden as Prince Zatan carried me towards my room.
He gently lowered me onto the bed. A lump formed in my throat as I watched him remove his black winter coat. I wanted to avert
