“Would you rather that I f****d you in a Lust Room, on our palace balcony, or right here?” Eros asked in my ear. He had already started—I didn’t want him to stop now—but with everyone around, I wanted to leave. He growled deeply in my ear. “Because all I want to do is bend you against this table and pound into your tight, little p***y until you’re begging me to stop.”
My core tightened, and I continued to move my hips back and forth on him, the pressure in my core rising each time. “At home,” I said… but I refused to move off him.
He snaked a hand back up my throat and pulled me closer to him, smirking against my neck. “Are you lying to me, Dani?” His voice was impeccably low in my ear, his scent chaining me to him.
“No.” Lie.
He chuckled, the sound making his chest rumble and my p***y
