Queen Maeve should have scrambled off Ramirez the instant she felt the presence in the room, but the timing couldn't have been worse. She was already in the throes of her climax, the pleasure overwhelming her senses, and her body wouldn't stop.
The scream that erupted from her lips was a confusing mix of pleasure and terror— terror because someone had just witnessed her in the most intimate of moments, with someone who was not her husband, Oberon, the King of Astaria.
She didn't have time to ride out the final bliss of pleasure as reality crashed down around her. Maeve frantically pushed herself off Ramirez, barely catching herself as she stumbled out of bed
Fury surged through her at first, thinking it was one of her foolish servants who had entered without permission. It had to be one of the servants. Who else would dare enter her chambers unannounced?
But then, she raised her head.
And froze.