Chapter 156: A Queen’s Morning
(Roselle Vasilyev's POV)
Samuel carried me onto the balcony, gently placing my bare body onto the outdoor bed.
The morning air was cold, brushing against our heated skin, sending a thrilling shiver down my spine.
I looked up at him—his emerald eyes dark with desire, a seductive smirk playing on his lips.
My heart pounded violently.
"Damn you, bastard—Ahhhh!!!"
Before I could finish my sentence, his head was already between my legs.
A sharp gasp tore from my lips as his tongue and fingers worked their magic, making me lose all control.
"Ahhhh!!"
Every shameless moan escaping my mouth only made the sensation more intoxicating.
And at that moment, all I could do was surrender to the pleasure he was giving me.