Mixed feelings

King Spencer deepen his kiss and dug his tongue deeper into her lips as his e was highly intoxicated by the taste of her mouth —vanilla.

He held her cheeks possessively, he was mentally blinded and physically drawn to linger his lips on hers.

To him, the lady he was kissing was someone else and not Eleanor, whom he despised and hated.

Eleanor's widened eyes were slowly dimming, her whole body was flushing with strange feelings she never could tell what it was; it was unexplainable yet bewildering.

“My king!" Eleanor gasped in his mouth when she realized what was going on, she struggled to push the king who was grasping her tighter as he snake his hand around her waist and jabbed her deeper into the door.

“Hm!” Eleanor's moan laced with struggle, she was making an effort to break free from him but hell no, this man was dominating her and overpowering her.

She feared what might happen next, she doesn't want the king to blindly do what he desired at the moment because it will brea