I expected you to look... content, happy even, after your alone time with Sammi, not all mopey and depressed. You didn't screw up, did you? Don't all Kings make love perfectly?
She lifted a shoulder casually and slowly blinked. "Where do you want to be?" "With you," he answered without hesitation.
Sammi watched him walk toward her. He walked like a predator, a conqueror. A king who ruled and commanded all. He was sex and sin, decadence and sensuality. He was, simply put, spectacular.
She slid her fingers into his thick hair and melted while he kissed her as if there were no tomorrow. He tempted, he seduced, he enticed. And she willingly followed.
She trusted him. Her heart knew him. And her body wanted him.
