My heart races as I open the door to my room. Cornelius is back to visit, and he looks glorious underneath his royal robe. My breath catches in my throat as I take in his strong features and the glint in his eyes. He is only wearing pants underneath his robe.
"Do you like it?" he asks. "I've been working out."
I smile at him before bowing my head low. "I like it, Corn. You look really gorgeous."
"Lyr," he says in a low, husky voice, his gaze never wavering from my face.
"Yes, my king," I reply.
"I need you," he says, stepping closer and taking my hand in his.
I feel victorious in his words. Cornelius pulls me closer and runs his hand over my hair, face and neck. He bends down before capturing my lips in a passionate kiss.
And the reality of a king desiring me, when no one else wants me, causes pleasure throughout my body. His kiss deepens and time seems to stand still as we melt into each other.
