Chapter 91

Another bit of trust. She thanked him and began running the wet rag down his body. She bathed every part of him down to his legs.

She consciously skipped his loin and his thighs until she was done with the rest of him.

Then she cleaned his thighs and as she bathed him, she couldn’t help turning the burn returning to her facefrom the memory of the night before.

She remembered the way her thighs gripped his last night. The way he’d put his mouth on her. The way she’d taken him so deeply.

King Lucien watched her silently. Seeing her flushed face that only got worse with each stroke on the wet rag on his body. He would have smiled at her discomfort if he could still remember how to do that.

What surprised him was that the urge to allow his lips to stretch to something so unfamiliar as a smile was there. His brows knitted more into a bigger frown at the urge.

Where was such an urge coming from? He asked himself.

Oh, Danika, you can’t get