ARIA
I stormed, well, more like stumbled, back into the ballroom like some deranged ex-royal who just got bent over a fucking throne.
God.
My legs weren't cooperating, my thighs were sticky, my heels were clacking at a traitorous rhythm, and my dress felt like it had a vendetta against me. The silk still clung to my body like second skin, except the part Kael had half-destroyed and fixed again with that maddening gentleness.
My hair was falling out of its style, clinging to my cheeks with sweat and sin. His jacket hung over my shoulders, heavy with his scent.
Fucking hell, he smelled so good. He tasted even better. No, no, focus.
I didn't even wait for him when those guards stopped him behind me, asking about some breach or whatever. Of course, they went straight to him. He was practically their god. But I couldn't look at him. Not now. Not when I could still feel him inside me, even though he wasn't.
Not when I could still feel his cum sliding down and—
