Warning: smut content.
«The bed is more comfortable, my dear,» Alexander replies. However, he stays sat and doesn't seem bothered by my attack. I've already unfastened all the buttons of his shirt, and my socks are on the ground.
«I haven't had my glass of wine yet,» I admit. «The bed is too far from it...»
My Duke chuckles, amused by my foxy smile yet cold words.
«You can bring it along,» he proposes.
«I want to stay here,» I pout.
«You could have said that right from the start.»
I bite my lower lip to refrain from complaining. This Duke of mine is really annoying. He wants me to talk way more than what is acceptable in this kind of situation!
«Maybe, we should rest for tonight,» I mumble, feeling a bit troubled by my own words. However, I can't let Alexander control me this much.
I can state conditions as well, he's not the only one that can do that!
«Are you tired?» he asks, in fact.
