"Please... Do me, Your Highness,"
Lira whispered, her voice a mere thread, her body trembling with desire.
Mikhailis let out a low growl, his lips claiming hers once more, his kiss urgent, desperate. His hands moved to her back, fumbling with the buttons of her uniform, his fingers skilfully move with need. He finally managed to undo them, his fingers trailing down her spine, tracing her every curve, every dip, every line.
Her tanned skin was like silk beneath his touch, and he couldn't help but marvel at the way she felt, the way she responded to his every movement.
Lira shivered, letting out a soft gasp as his fingers traced her bare skin. She arched her back, her body pressing against his, her breasts rubbing against his chest, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through him.
"Y-Your Highness!"
She moaned, her voice filled with desire, her hips grinding against his, her body begging for more.
