Chapter 41 Honeymoon

• “I trust you, King Harvey, please.” I urge, watching as his eyes melt for a moment, but solidify with complete hunger as I am lifting slightly and purposefully press my chest into his.
• Like our close call that one night, King Harvey’s hands land on my thighs and he presses me down, his eyes greedily feast on the sight of me, and I find myself panting. I grit my teeth to not yell at him to continue.
• There is a slight stinging at my neck, but that is the least of my worries.