Claire's POV

In the dimly lit room, I lay exhausted on the disheveled bed. Prince Louis held me tightly against his body, embracing me.

He buried his head in the crook of my neck, using his wet, scorching tongue to lick my skin. Several hours had passed, yet our bodies remained connected. This position didn't allow for excessive force, only gentle friction against my most sensitive spot, but it felt like a different form of torment to me.

My garden was swollen, filled with what he had released earlier. Each time he brushed against my most sensitive point within, I let out hoarse moans, unable to stop curling my body...