FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE CURSED PRINCE
Chapter Eighteen
She turned to face the pillow and let the tears fall. Exhaustion poured through her and she soon relaxed enough to turn off the water works, but not her mind. With her eyes closed, she thought of him, as if she could simply imagine hard enough, it would break the curse and bring him to her.
Smenkare appeared between her legs. He was tall and well-muscled. His hair was black, soft as a raven's wing, tied behind his neck with a leather thong. He was gloriously naked, his big cock hard and ready.
He bent close to her and whispered, "What do you wish of me?"
"Love me," she commanded.
"I do." His smile was sly. "Tell me what you want, my Kira."
"I want you. Forever."
"As you wish."
