GRAYSON

After we were both dressed—and I made sure that she wasn’t wearing any of the fucking lingerie Minnie got her—I led Belle through the halls of the castle.

It was a bit of a long walk, but I never let go of Belle’s hand for a single moment.

She smelled incredible, like sweet sex and mating pheromones.

I nearly swore when I thought back to the way she had begged me to take her back in our room, thrusting her wet pussy up against me, licking and kissing my marking spot, and whining in my ear.

Fuck, she had almost killed me. It was a miracle I made it...