Chapter 18. Penetrating

Iris opened her eyes gradually and narrowly gazed at him, who had his face still buried in the crook of her neck. She brought her hands to his chest and pushed him away.

“I need to leave,” she said in a low voice and quickly stepped out of the washhouse. Adolphus walked out after her and marched straight to his manor. He asked the servant to fill the bathtub with cold water. She immediately complied with his command.

“Your Royal Highness, the bathhouse is ready,” the female servant informed him.

“You are dismissed,” Adolphus said, and walked into the bathhouse. He undressed and got into the cold water. His nostrils flared as his entire mind was filled with Iris’ thoughts. What would it feel like to kiss her? What if she kissed him? How he would groan in pleasure just at her one single touch. How he would make her cry at his name.

Usually, the men around him had experienced their first heat at the coming of age, and they could get the scents of their mates. Hi