Maru finds herself whirling in emotions as the duke of Meredith, the captain of a royal ship, and the now soon-to-be prince of an enemy country devoured her.
Her lips trembled in despair even as she clutched his shirt for support. "Not here," she whimpered.
"Why not, pumpkin?" he asked, the seriousness of his intention masked by his playful tone.
"Others might see," she reminded him, as she panted and tried to catch her breath.
Paris carried her up to the stairs as he breathed a sigh of relief, but maybe she assumed too soon.
He wasn't going to stop now, no not now. Paris made her face the window as he pushed her on the balcony of the higher floor.
She protested as she felt his hands inside her skirt, finding themselves in her undergarments.
"What are you doing?" she asked, objection clearly in her mind as she heard the familiar unbuckling of metals that was his belt.
"Please no," she begged him to stop, "Not like this... others might see."
