Tasmina
We walked hand in hand towards our chambers, swinging our hands gently as we did.
“Princess Elena is stunning,” I said suddenly.
“Hmm,” he grunted, noncommittally.
We climbed the marble steps slowly. A nervous laugh escaped me.
“I feel as though I’ve cheated you out of taking a beautiful wife,” I blurted out.
He stopped walking for a moment, a strange glint in his eyes as he looked at me. He cleared his throat, saying nothing, as we continued our walk.
I had barely shut the door to our chambers when he pressed me up against it, crushing his lips to mine. My body responded even as my mind was slow to register what was happening. My fingers wove into his hair, gripping tightly as he licked into my mouth. I gasped for air as he pulled away to kiss my neck, running his tong
