Chapter Forty-Three: Misery

Marko

‘…You still have them, do you not? Have you tasted them in my absence? Perhaps pressed them to your nose to see if my trace remains on the ones you used on me.’

Alba’s words still rang in his mind despite her already having ended the call.

That he had smelled every one of the devices made it harder to keep his composure. Even with the gala’s chatter, all he longed to do was dash to her room and press his nose to her sheets, like he had the instant he heard of her departure; none of the toys held as much of her scent as her beddings.

'Your majesty'

He recalled her address of him, and a frown found his lips; he hated the title upon her lips; he would rather hear her say his name, moan it in the breathy ways she did as the flush of her skin screamed her arousal.

But he no longer held the right to witness such a godly sight.

“There you are.”

Magnolia’s voice found him on the balcony; her gaze travelled down his pants, and a smile crossed her face.

“Are you…”

She teased as she trace