Chapter 94: What Does It Mean?
Lorelai’s face flushed with embarrassment. She recalled how he did the same with the coins back in the gambling room––a simple trick he seemed to have mustered to perfection, but his little action of deception was filled with unconcealed seduction which worked on the princess every single time.
Rhaegar truly enjoyed the sight of Lorelai’s blushing face. Even when struggling to resist the temptation, he loved that her body was always honest with him. At least he knew that he was not delusional.
Removing the ribbon from his mouth, the king kissed her face and neck, intoxicating her senses. Still resisting, Lorelai managed to push him away, and although the man obeyed and pulled his upper body away from her, his strong legs were still holding her thighs trapped between them.
Rhaegar spread his lips into a cunning smile, his eyes glistening with desire. He grabbed the princess’ thighs with both hands and opened them, the back of his right hand sliding shamelessly over her inner thigh.
Although Lorelai was wearing pants and the king was wearing leather gloves, his touch was still so vivid that she could not help but shudder every time his long fingers would change their direction, teasing her as they moved up between her legs, pausing right before her mound before change direction again.
Lorelai was already wet and Rhaegar could sense it. The pheromones she was exuding were so strong, that he felt as if the entire tent was soaked in her enticing scent.
Letting out a long sigh, he smiled bitterly. "It’s a shame, I really don’t have much time left."
Lorelai blinked her long eyelashes, dumbfounded. She found herself secretly wishing he would do something to her, but she had to admit that it was for the best. If he had enough time, the princess would have been left unable to continue with the hunt.
Positioning himself between her legs, Rhaegar stood above her on his knees, smiling down at her.