She stood there looking at him with those crimson eyes injected with pure lust.
Her breathing was heavy, and her bare chest rose and fell violently after the orgasm she had just experienced.
"Do not think that I will leave things like this." Ophelia murmured, bringing her face closer to his.
She looked at him with intensely flushed cheeks, completely betraying the cold and imposing figure of the sovereign of Morrisen.
She lowered her head immediately and began to kiss his neck with sheer desperation, licking his skin before giving a soft and wet bite to his ear.
"It is your fault..."
"It is your fault... that I am feeling like this now..." She commented with a broken voice, her words cutting off amidst the friction against his skin.
Ophelia seemed to feel strange; her body was burning with pure arousal, and the wetness dripping between her legs demonstrated that she could no longer stop.
Ryan remained completely still for a second, analyzing the woman's reaction.
