Addicted
Rhaegar's words made her face flush so intensely that tiny beads of sweat formed along her hairline. A wave of doubt crashed over her again, threatening to drown her resolve, but Lorelai couldn't bring herself to refuse whatever the king had in mind for her. After all, she had tempted him first.
Carefully, he positioned her between his legs, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. His movements were slow and precise as he bent to remove her slippers, leaving her barefoot. She shivered slightly at the intimacy of the gesture, her breath catching when his hands settled atop her thighs.
Gently but firmly, he began to slide his palms upward, lifting the long skirt of her white nightgown with an almost agonizing slowness. When the delicate fabric reached her stomach, exposing her soft, trembling thighs, Lorelai instinctively flinched and whispered his name.