The room had suddenly grown ten times hotter, Elysia bit her lower lip, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for further instructions from the King. Seated at the pianoforte, she now found herself at eye level with him. His black cold eyes watched her as he raised his hand to her face. Caressing her cheek.
"I want you to lay backwards." Azreal instructed, his voice calm and soft.
"What do you plan, Your Majesty?" Elysia asked him, before placing her back down. she swallowed in big gulps as she stared at the white ceiling.
"You will find out soon enough." Azreal replied, his hand coming in contact with her smooth skin, he trailed his fingers from her ankle, up to her thigh, lifting her dress up.
"Your Majesty! Somebody might see us." Elysia quickly propped herself up on her elbow, her hand instinctively grabbing the King's as she cried out.
