Ysara cupped Ethan's cheeks with both hands, her eyes rising to study him more closely.
She squeezed gently, feeling the softness of his carefully shaved skin, still as smooth as a baby's, even now that he was a grown man—tall, strong, and brimming with masculinity.
With a huge smile stamped on her face, she pulled him into a firm embrace, her voluptuous body melting against his.
Her full breasts pressed against Ethan's chest, the plump mounds flattening against the solid wall of his muscle and spreading softly to the sides as his hands fell naturally around her slender waist.
"You used to be so small and adorable… now just look at the man you've become! Pick a princess—any one of them! There are two who are single; the older one is the most beautiful and is about to sign a marriage contract, but if you want her, just say the word and I'll have the King cancel everything right this minute!"
Ysara declared, her face practically glowing with excitement.
