Lucille
What I'd told Roman was the truth. Never had I felt as desired or wanted as I did in his parlor. What occurred was raw and real. My body was ablaze with explosions as nerve after nerve ignited. Even now, even after, muscles I didn't know existed made themselves known. In my reflection, it appeared as if I would need to explain my bruised hips. Despite my best efforts, Roman's unbridled passion left its mark.
As I emerged from the bathroom again covered by my dressing gown, my gaze met that of the prince.
The rumble of his voice and his sly grin twisted my core. “I think I mentioned I like you without clothes."
“The room is cold," I replied with a coy grin.
“I'm your prince."
His deep timbre reverberated through me, reminding me of receiving greater passion than I'd ever
