Eliza's POV
The seventh prince knows my weak spots. I moan softly as soon as he licks the back of my ear and sticks his tongue in my earlobe.
His hand was caressing my back after he unzipped my dress. His other hand lifts my skirt and caresses my thigh.
I can't resist after his warm and sweet kiss weakens my knees. I feel like this body knows this man's touch.
Am I really his wife? I wanted to resist, but my body, heart, and mind were all against me.
"Kassandra…"
I pushed him a bit, but his smirk stopped me from saying a word. "Get used to it. Whether you insist on being Eliza, I won't stop. I won't…" he whispers in my ears. I covered my lips as soon as his palm entered inside my undies.
'This is their kitchen! How can he touch me in all places?! What if someone sees us? I don't want to embarrass the princess. No! Resist this beautiful man, Eliza. Resist him!'
"This is bad," he whispers huskily.
