XIII - Maximilian

I felt the warmth of a body in front of me, as I was wrapped by the blankets and a peculiar smell that pleased me made me feel good.

Lazily and without opening my eyes, I reached for my fiancé's torso and slowly cum, however, he wrapped his arms around my waist and slid me down until I bumped into his chest.

I didn't have much energy to get out of bed, after the nightmare I had had that was like a memory; it felt so real.

My legs tangled with his and I sought the comfort of his lips, which tasted different and were warmer than usual, but he seemed at ease with my caress.

Within seconds the lack of air separated us and I decided to open my eyes with a smile, to greet the man who was to be my husband.

"Good morning, princess," he whispered against my lips and when I defined his gray eyes, I jumped up and between the blankets fell to the floor.

It was not Draven, it was Maximilian who was lying on the bed and whom I had kissed thinking he was my betrothed master.

I covered my mouth, unab