“Well, you're the woman I feel that way about now,” he said, looking at her tenderly. He stepped back, bowed just like he had that night, held out a hand and asked, "May I have this dance, Your Majesty?" “You may,” she said, placing her hand in his. He placed one hand against her head and laid her head against the crook of his neck. The other hand went to her lower back as he swayed with her to the soft melody flowing through the grand ballroom. “I could dance with you this way.” He spun her around and pulled her back to his front. She gasped in surprise as he molded his body to hers, pulling her into him harder than that night at the club, more forcefully, before letting his hands travel down her body and finally settle on her hips. “Or this way,” he whispered against her neck, “forever.” When the dance ended, he took a firm hold of her hand again, pulling her through corridors, rushing her past people and almost bumping i
 Last Updated : 2025-10-16
Last Updated : 2025-10-16