Aira.
I would spend the rest of the day lying next to the king, his hand wrapped possessively around my waist, his head resting on my shoulders. The warmth of his breath danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I battled with my arousal and desires, trying to calm the flames that threatened to consume me. The king, on the other hand, seemed absolutely clueless about the turmoil brewing within me. Or at least, I thought he was.
As the hours ticked by, he would occasionally rub his face against my neck in a self-soothing manner, dragging in lungfuls of my scent into his lungs. My heart rate refused to calm, and it was a struggle to resist the urge to turn around and run my fingers through his hair, holding him close. The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't help bu
