Wet Confessions
The kingdom could fall, the crown could shatter nothing was as intoxicating as this forbidden closeness.
And as her nails dragged lightly across his neck, a quiet moan escaping her lips, the third sin was sealed.
The First Night of Betrayal
The storm outside had become a hymn, thunder drumming in time with their breaths, lightning igniting the room in fleeting flashes. Shadows danced across velvet walls as if bearing witness to their undoing.
His gauntlets were gone, then his breastplate, each piece of armor falling heavy to the floor the sound of chains breaking. He stood before her not as a knight, but as a man stripped of duty, trembling with a hunger he could no longer contain.
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