I was scared. Scared of what he would do to me. Scared of bedding the king.
I had no idea what it felt like. All the stories and tales Daphne had once told me came crawling back to me. Feeling my memory with more dreadful imaginations.
"It is painful', they say. Yet what I had felt with Leviathan had been rather pleasurable. The last two times he touched me had been nothing but pure lust. I felt ashamed admitting such to myself. I wanted more, but I'd be damned if I asked.
I... I was to make love to the man my heart yearns for. I wasn't quite sure if what I felt was love but I knew it was an unquenchable thirst.
My thoughts were buried deep inside my mind as his lips worked against mine again. He was stealing my breath, stealing the air from my lungs as he kissed me hungrily