Ravishing and Breeding the Queen

A low, pleased laugh Now where are you going, your highness? Running to the door? a low, amused noise Go ahead, rattle that door all you want. Your sweet bitch of a sister has locked it from the outside. And your guards aren't there at your door.
MINE are.
And they are not going to open it for you. Not ... until I'm done with you.
Ah, that was a pretty little gasp. It made my cock throb. voice lowers Do that again.
Mmm, just look at you throw back those shoulders and lift your chin. So proud, for a hot young thing in nothing but a night-slip. I can see your nipples press against the fabric, you know. Is that from the night chill through the window? Or is it the way I'm stepping closer? My body lean and powerful and hungry for you? Is it the way I look at you, your highness?
Do my eyes burn you? Does my gaze light a woman's heat in your little cunt, O Queen?
I know you can see in my eyes just what I'm going to do to you tonight.
Mmmmmm, and I WILL enjoy it.
Maybe you will, too.
grunts as he lunges for her, then growls Slippery thing, aren't you? And where are your running on those sweet, bare feet? There's nowhere to run in this little royal bedchamber, your highness. You may be small enough to slip into your wardrobe, but I will just pull open the door and throw you shrieking to the floor. Mmmm, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? You could run to the bath. I could take you in there. I could even call in some servants to heat the water for us, first. I can be a patient man if the reward is, mmm, as sweet and fuckable as you. Or you can run to the bed. You could wait quivering in your bed as I stalk toward you, hungry as a panther at night. I might like watching you quiver in your bed, looking up at me with those round, sexy eyes. laughs softly