Be my king
Send "Be my King/Queen" for my character's reaction.
It would have been enough to remain there, entangled, embraced, for a fleeting eternity. But that command slipped from her lips like scripture, and fleeting eternities ——-suddenly were not enough. A King.She needed him as her King.As of late, the spark of wanton ambition laid dormant, but see how intimate whispers reignited the flame. Whatever resolve her kisses imbued in him, that single word emboldened him tenfold. He would be powerful; he would be valiant; he would conquer realms that spanned outward from her chest — where his own lips rested now.He would claim his first of many victories tonight. All for her.A ‘ yes ’ need not be said, but shown;the army contained within him foughtit’s way down in search of riches. Over peaks and troughs they skirmished, teeth, lips, and tongue against skin and a racing pulse. They etched scars the colour of wine on the mountainous ranges of her body.Merciless, overwhelming, famished;there was one thing to whisper beforethe first spoils of war were claimed. ”Мой Королева—-“
