William sat upright on the edge of the bed; his breathing was uneven from the activity he was involved in.
It had been Tamasya who knocked on his door.
At first, he had expected an ordinary conversation, perhaps a discussion about the palace or the ceremony earlier in the day. Instead, the moment she entered the room, the atmosphere instantly switched.
She had arrived with intentions.
Right now, she sat on his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him with an intensity that completely shattered the exhaustion weighing down his body.
There was nothing hesitant about her movements right now. She devoured his lips like a starving lioness finally claiming what she desired, and William found himself unable, perhaps unwilling, to stop her.
The fatigue from the endless ceremony vanished almost instantly.
The moment he had seen the strange look in her eyes and the deliberate sway of her hips as she slowly approached him earlier, something inside him had ignited.
