Cursed to be my Mate
She stepped out of his reach, making Rhys frown and try to reach for her again until he saw her position herself like some fricken temptress, ready to be ridden again.
Amira bent over and spread her legs, hitching her skirt up slowly, revealing her legs and backside. Rhys watched, eyes darkening, cock out, hand sliding up and down, looking well and truly dishevelled. Like a dark and dangerous King on his throne, mentally visualising what he was going to do to her.
“Well?” Amira purred over her shoulder. “I’m waiting, my King. Claim every part of me.”