Page 15 of Untouched Queen by Royal Command

‘Do the work I ask of you,’ he grated. ‘Put me in contact with the power brokers you think I need to cultivate. Find me a suitable wife if you can.’ He could claim those perfect lips if he wanted to, tease the bow of the upper one with the tip of his tongue, slide in easy and experienced and lay her mouth to waste. She wasn’t unwilling. She definitely wasn’t unwilling.

‘Above all…don’t tempt me.’

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Sera shut the door behind him and leaned against it, still reeling beneath the weight of his words and that brief brush of his lips against hers. It had barely qualified as a kiss but she could still feel the burn of his palm against her chin and the rough stroke of his thumb against her cheekbone. His breath caressing her lips and the swift charge of desire when their eyes caught and held.

She’d wanted him to kiss her properly. Lay claim or lay to waste; either would have been acceptable. She slid to the floor, both hands between her legs, pressing down hard against the feelings he’d ignited inside her. She was so ready for a physical awakening. All the theory in the world and exploration with her own hands could only get her so far. She wanted his hands where her hands were, driving her higher until she broke all over him.

It wouldn’t have to be all give on her part and all take on his, even if she did want to read and respond to every nuanced muscle twitch he made. She had been trained to please, no matter what he might think. The physical arrangement between courtesan and King didn’t have to be the bad thing he was making it out to be. Did it?

Closing her eyes, she pressed up into her hand, seeking release, sharp and swift, as she allowed herself to imagine his kiss. Not the tease he’d left her with.

A proper kiss.

She ran her tongue over the spot where his lips had just been and came moments later, imagining it.

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