Danika climbed the bed and laid down on it. She gave him her back as usual, her elbows on the bed, she rested her head in between them.
She tried not to think about what's about to happen. She tried not to think about what has happened. She tried not to think about the Royal Court. She tried not to think about Sally's condition.
Instead, she squeezed her eyes tight, hearing the ruffle of clothings behind her.
He'd said he wouldn't hold back. And while that warning scared the living daylight out of her, she wanted it. She needed it.
The bed digged and King Lucien came up behind her. The tip of his swollen phallus nudged her opening. She spread her thighs wider, as wide as she could, readying herself to take the full length and girth of him.
But he withdrew, instead, he pressed his hand on her womanhood, she jerked when she felt the wetness of the warm liquid he was pressing in her. He was preparing her.