Ivory
Oh my godness, what the hell was that?
How did I let that happen?
And why did I enjoy it?
Why am I aroused right now?
Why, why, why!
Those questions kept echoing in my mind as I walked out of the throne room area, my stomach clenched tightly and the memory of that kiss refusing to leave my mind for reasons completely unknown to me.
I never could have predicted that would have happened, just mere minutes after I told Ezra that I did wanted to kiss him. I mean, I even promised him I'd want to kiss him when he sneaked back into the palace for me.
So, am I supposed to have enjoyed that kiss with the king?
Definitely not.
I should have hated it.
It should have felt so disgusting ti me and I want to pretend that was how I feel about it: but the stickiness between my legs told a complete different story, making me let out a groan while pulling hard on my hair.
"Are you speaking to yourself?"
