Red-Hot Royal by Ever Lilac

but I blurt, “I feel completely fine. Great.” When he doesn’t seem satisfied, I go in with the details. “A little sensitive maybe...” Around my swells and between my legs. And last night I was crazily attracted to the smell of Xerxes. Those pheromones he exuded made me want to bury my face in him and use him as a gas mask until I’d get high on euphoria. “And what else?” he asks, his tone eager as if he knows I’ll give him the right answer and I breathe. “Ripe.” I can’t really believe I said that, making myself sound like a peach ready for plucking or something, but it’s the truth. “I feel ripe.” And there’s that look in his eyes again. The look of awe and it makes me feel like the temperature is if possible rising even more. “Ripe for me,” he says with a curve to his mouth that spells deep satisfaction and he rises. I yelp, squeezing my eyes but I only have myself to blame for this. I’m the one who spied on him in the first place. I both hear and feel him, moving in the water and then he clasps my chin, lifting my face and my eyes flare. Don’t look down, don’t look down... lest I’ll turn into liquid myself. “Coy,” he rasps, his chest rising with pride. “I like that.” His jaw flexes. “You’ve enslaved me, woman. Done to me what no man can do.” He strokes my face and I pant. “I have the power over thirteen men but you...you now have the power over fourteen.” He’s making me sound like I’m the ruler and not he. This is what I came here for. To prove to myself I could be something