45. I need it

"Please, my lord," Selene whispered over his lips, and he couldn't refuse. He took his fiancée's lips and melted into a passionate kiss that warmed every single one of his nerve endings, the cold disappeared, replaced by a blazing heat.

As if it were a trick of destiny in his favor, the downpour intensified. The sounds of everything outside were overshadowed by the intense noise of the raindrops falling on the carriage's roof and windows.

Frederick slid his hand beneath Selene's skirt; the mere contact with the smooth skin of his fiancée made him growl, and she moaned at this long-awaited touch. Selene moved slowly, opening her legs to grant access to that hand, which felt like fire wherever it touched.

"Selene..." the king whispered, trying to control his desire and waiting for her to ask him to stop because they weren't in the best place.

"Shhhh," she silenced him, putting a finger on his lips and biting hers. With her gaze, she let him know how much she had missed him and that she