(Lina)
I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts scattered. Kieran had left to resume his post as the royal guard, and his parting words remained in my mind even after I pleasured myself. His voice had been low, filled with a promise that made my cheeks burn even now.
"I don't just want to make love to you, I want to fuck you good and hard," he had said, his lips brushing against my ear. "I want to make you sore; you can't walk without thinking about me."
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the memory, but it was no use. My skin heated at the thought of what we'd done, and my heart raced as I imagined what he would do when he returned.
A loud knock on my door broke my thoughts. I sat up quickly, pulling the blanket around me. "Come in," I called, clearing my throat.
A royal messenger entered, bowing his head slightly. "Princess Isabella, I bring a message from the royal court."
