42. This is our secret

Selene felt herself drawn into that kiss, her hands encircling Frederick's neck, fingers entwined in his short hair, pressing her body against the strong, vigorous male form of the king.

Passion erupted with that act; Frederick couldn't endure it any longer and slid his hands over Selene's round buttocks, pressing his hips against hers, then lifting her in his hands. The young woman caught his waist with her legs, emitting a moan that fueled the king's fire.

The contact between their bodies was overwhelming for both. Selene felt something hard rubbing against her intimacy, making her tremble and desire more of that contact between them.

Frederick couldn't pull away from Selene's mouth; he walked with her, stumbling a couple of times over the scattered clothes on the floor until they reached the bed. There, he gently placed Selene's body, causing an unwanted separation.

Their eyes met, while their chests rose and fell without rhythm, provoked by the erratic beats of their hearts.

—My L