Vince
My heart hammers against my chest and she giggles and looks at me. Lord, she so beautiful!
“What does it mean to be yours, Prince Vincent?”
That honeyed voice. I can’t help myself. I drop my head and plant a kiss on her lips before gazing at her alluring eyes.
“What do you think it means, My love?”
She blushes and bites her lower lip.
“I don’t mind hickeys from you, but I will only lose my virtue to my husband.”
I raise my eyebrows, amused. She has derailed from my question, but my whole being finds this exhilarating.
“Well, your spear is quite sensitive,” she clarifies the reason for her statement, and I burst out into laughter. So accurate and diplomatic even in intimate matters. Just my type of woman.
“I don’t think you can resist me, Lilian.”
She opens and closes he
