The King's Maiden
And I don't fight to get free.
“I prefer the view from the front.” Rome continues as if he were Sin. His voice fills the air around me, tickling me right down there. “You are all kinds of perfect, Faye.” My breathing picks up at the sound of my name. It makes me fight between November and Faye. What name should I go by? Rome makes me question myself. “Faye, everything about you is perfect. I could get on my knees and worship you, my love,” he says softly, and he presses himself up so close against me that I can feel the quick thump of his heart.
Giving me no time to grasp the escalating situation, he lowers his head. His soft lips melds against mine. His tongue dips across my lower lip, the
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