He suddenly tensed. Her eyes scanned his face, wondering if she had done something wrong.
Reckless was the best word to describe her current situation.
And funnily enough, she didn't regret it. But she knew she would by morning.
How would she look his bride-to-be in the face and wish her a good morning?
But that was a thought for when she was sober. Now, she wanted to know what it felt like to be wanted by a man like the King.
His eyes darkened at first, then they started turning yellow.
Her blood was gradually turning cold.
Was it happening again? Did she trigger something?
Claire tried scrambling away but he had her firmly pinned beneath him. She didn't want it to end - she needed his touch in so many places she was ashamed to say aloud.
He lowered his lips to her neck, grazing his lips over the soft skin there.
What was he doing?
"Run." He whispered in her ear.
Run?
She tried peering into his face for confirmation, but she couldn't see his face.
"Run." He said again.
