I was twitching and squirming, trying to push him away. These new emotions for me were very pleasant, but I’m a decent girl, I can’t afford such dissolute behavior. But the more I resisted, the stronger his grip became and the hotter the kisses.

His hand slipped under my stocking and began to pull his down slowly. A wave of heat passed through the body from the touch of hands on bare skin. He looked me squarely in the eye as he approached my face. He pressed his thumb lightly on my lips, forcing them to open a little and let out a convulsive sigh.

- What are you doing to me, Thea? – it was the first time he said my name, and even with such a gasp, which only increased the heat from below.

My mind was clouded. I didn’t know what to do. I really wanted him to go further and let me experience even more vivid sensations, but we didn’t know each other at all and the relationship between us was by a stretch adequate. This attraction was strange and a little frightening, but so desirable. And I succumbed to this temptation.

I reached out and touched his bare chest. Hot, smooth and hard as a rock. The thought of how I wanted to squeeze his chest and press my lips to it immediately flashed through my head. God, where did this come from in my head?

I’ve read romance novels, but I’ve never imagined such scenes so thoroughly. And here everything turned out by itself, the brain gave out one picture after another. And he seemed to be saying: come on, Thea, act, take the bull by the horns.

The contradictions in me were too contradictory, but the king knew how to fix the situation and the next moment he pressed his lips to mine. He licked my lower lip, and then firmly and forcefully spread my mouth with his tongue and penetrated without permission.

A wave of goosebumps ran through my body, and all my moans were brazenly absorbed by his mouth. It was my first kiss, and I will definitely remember it forever. Hot, assertive, deep and so sensual. And I lost my head in this ecstasy.

Closing my eyes, I leaned forward to meet him, wrapped my arms around his neck and snuggled closer, giving myself to him all through our kiss. I’ll be ashamed tomorrow.

The kiss alternated between short bites, then gentle and light touches of the lips, and again returned to the apogee of passion. I arched and moaned, gasping for air.

His hands weightlessly glided over my skin, colliding with an obstacle in the form of a dress and I saw this look of his ... He seemed to be shouting that he was ready to tear off this stupid rag from me. It was getting unbearably hot and it was no longer clear who wanted to get rid of this dress more in order to feel each other’s skin.

His knee rigidly parted my legs and buried itself right in their base, pressing on strange points that cause a fire in me. I greedily gulped air in between kisses and pressed closer to him, wanting to prolong this pleasure that his knee brought between my legs.

Hold me tight, hold me tight.

- You’re my depraved girl. – he grinned, but understood me without words and rubbed the itchy place. I gasped from the emotions that covered me. Does it really happen so well?

But it wasn’t good for long, because the king stopped abruptly, causing a wave of disappointment and resentment in me. I wanted to express my displeasure to him, but I couldn’t find the words. Why did he stop?

And then I saw that malicious grin on him again, before he bent down again and only briefly touched my lips. I tried to catch this elusive movement, but I didn’t have time.

That’s all.

I exploded.

I’ll take what I want.

I pushed him in the chest with all my strength and threw him back on the bed, straddling his hard torso. He seemed surprised only a little, and then gently touched my hair, passing it through his fingers.

- You’re too tight. You need a push to be bolder. - so that’s what he thinks of me.

But instead of continuing what we were doing just a minute ago, he started talking again.

- Why did you leave? - his eyes were narrowed, and his gaze was agitated. An unusual look for him.

The passion subsided a little and, sobering up from the surging feelings, I began to get off him. But was stopped by his grip on my ass. The tiny spark inside stirred again.

- Are you trying to escape again?

- We have to stop before things get any further. - I whispered softly, with sadness in my voice.

- What’s wrong with that? A moment ago you didn’t want to stop and so cheerfully straddled me. - he broke into a cheeky smile, teasing me again.

- It was a slight insanity and nothing more. - I tried to sneak out again.

- Anyway, you can’t keep me locked up! You’ve already humiliated me more than possible by making me a servant. I am a living person and all I want is freedom, not to be a submissive dog for you. I said quickly, trying to suppress the tears that welled up.

He brushed a tear from my eyelashes and kissed me again. But now gently and carefully, as if tasting my lips. This kiss was radically different from the past, but it was more sensual. And I succumbed to this temptation again.

A knock on the door distracted us from a pleasant activity, eliminating any continuation. And again a wave of disappointment. What is it!

Raphael cursed angrily under his breath and was forced to let me go. I quickly got out of bed, straightened my dress and smoothed my hair a little.

- It won’t help, you still look like you were just about to have sex. – these words of his made my eyes pop out on my forehead. He has a loose tongue.

- Come in. - The king ordered.

I don’t know why, but at that moment I threw myself on the floor on the other side of the bed so that no one would notice me, which caused Raphael’s self-forgetful laughter. He was still shirtless and now he was resting his hands on his bare torso, trying to calm the laughter that had rolled over.

"Don’t die laughing," - I thought discontentedly.

The floor was cold and had a calming effect on me, sweeping away all traces of shame and embarrassment.

The butler, Charles, who entered, was surprised by the king’s appearance and did not understand what amused him so much. But he did not go into thought and expressed his respects to the king.

- Your Majesty, milady Giselle has arrived. – the man reported.

- So soon?" I thought it would happen after midnight. - Raphael replied. - Show her her room while you’re at the castle and tell her we’ll meet for dinner.

The butler Charles left as quickly as he arrived.

- Are you going to lie there? – the king made fun of me.

- It’s comfortable enough here, I’m not complaining. - I replied, getting up from the floor and brushing off my dress.

- Stay here. - it sounded more like a question than an order.

- I’d rather go back to my room, if you’ll excuse me. -displeasure flashed on his face, but he didn’t object.

I curtsied theatrically, showing my mischief of character and met his gentle smile. It’s still unusual to see him like this.

And then I remembered something...

- Oh, I completely forgot. Someone invaded my room and did something to my ceiling there. – how can I say that I am not exactly against, but also dissatisfied with outside interference in my personal space.

- Did you like it? - his tone was calm and somehow warm.

And all the questions were relieved at once. So it was him? But when and why?

- It’s very... fascinating. – my heart jumped at his gesture.

- Well, I’ll go. – I modestly raised my eyes to him, blinking with fluffy eyelashes, so girlish.

- Go. - that was all he said.