The words left her mouth and hung in the air, like a knife suspended, waiting to be left to cut. Their gaze stood, deepening as each second passed. Rosamund was more than naked even though she was fully clothed. The bareness of her words, in her gaze, and the way she was letting him do whatever he wanted excited her. She had always led an army, her people and sometimes even other kingdoms. Never once has she been on the receiving side of the orders, always giving them, expecting people to follow her without question and they always did so. It was exhausting, this baggage of responsibilities on her that had been placed since she was a child. There were times when she didn't want to lead, when she wanted to follow, but never once was there someone who was at higher status than her, or had mo
