The guard knocked on the door so loudly, it was as if the whole kingdom was coming to its decline.

But Marcus didn't leave her. Her pulse was pounding as her blood thrummed against her ears. He increased his pace over the apex of her thigh where he catered to her bud that was throbbing and needy. Her hips bucked in his hands. "You have grown wet for me, Lara," he let out a low, decadent growl.

Lara didn't understand what he meant, but she was wet. Her thighs were coated with her juices and she was sure that his fingers must have got coated with her juices.

"I would...