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King Lucien woke first at the persistent knocking at the door. He noted a lot of things at the same time.

Another body pressed against his. The brightness of the day glared hard through the windows.

That was when the events of last night floated through his mind.

He stared at Danika. She sleeps soundly beside him, oblivious of every other thing. Her eyes lowered to her naked body.

At the privacy of his own mind, and even with a little bit of anger at himself for noticing, he admitted to himself that she has the most beautiful body he'd ever seen. He'd seen a lot.

Red marks that weren't there last night, marred the beautiful skin in several places. It reminded him of the way he'd had her.

A crease of frown knitted his eyebrow. He'd been released twice.