As I stood by the door, the hour growing late, I turned to Amelia, the smoldering intensity of my gaze a silent reminder of our passion-filled encounter.
"I want to see you tomorrow," I said, my voice low and gravelly as I met her eyes with a knowing look, my words carrying an unmistakable hint of the pleasures that were yet to come.
Amelia, the temptation of my invitation too great to resist, nodded quickly, her excitement evident in the bright flush that bloomed across her cheeks.
"Yes, Levi," she murmured, her voice a sultry and eager whisper, "I will see you tomorrow."
"Goodbye, princess," I said, my voice a husky whisper as I gathered my robes and opened the door, the cool air of the palace halls a sharp contrast to the heated atmosphere of her bedchamber.
