The Second Empress's breath hitched as Sharky's hands deftly unzipped her dress, the fabric parting to reveal her creamy skin. She tried to protest, to push him away, but her body refused to cooperate.
"How dare you..." she gasped out, but the words lacked conviction. A traitorous part of her was curious, wondering what it would feel like to be claimed by this powerful man.
Sharky smirked as he pushed the dress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. His eyes roamed over her body appreciatively, taking in every curve and dip.
"You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire.
His hands explored her body reverently, tracing the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the flare of her hips. The Second Empress trembled under his touch, her resolve weakening by the second.
