Lucille
“I'd planned to let you sleep," Roman said, teasing my long tresses away from my face. “Now, I want you awake."
“I want to be awake."
“It's been a long day."
I palmed his cheeks. “If Your Highness is willing, I'm ready for a longer night."
“No man in his right mind would say no to that."
“Are you in your right mind?" I asked teasingly.
“Obviously, not." His lips met mine. “I'm still willing."
With the weight of his body over mine, I stretched my neck, bringing our lips together as our bodies came to life.
In the last few months, Roman had done more than return my feelings of pride, admiration, and attraction. He'd awakened a feral desire that left me continually longing for his touch.
The fresh scent of soap surrounded us as our skin warmed, leaving us slick with
