Royal Alpha Roar.
As soon as the doors close, I waste no time. I hold her face with determined hands. Those siren eyes stare back at me, daring me, provoking me. She knows why I’ve brought her here. I’m no saint and I have no intention of waiting until nightfall to claim what’s mine. I scour her mouth with a burning kiss—one that has no pretence of tenderness. This isn’t restraint—it’s possession. I sow my tongue into her mouth, tasting all that she is—not merely kissing, but doing so outlandishly and without shame.
From her face, my hands move to the corset of her dress, searching for her waist. Oh, I search—I want to touch it exactly, not the fabric. While her tongue grows confident in my mouth and her lips devour my lower lip, I begin to loosen the ties behind her dress. I mastered t
