37. UNDRESSING THE KING
VALERIA
I barely had time to react before I was assaulted by the cold, sexy lips of the King.
My back collided with the wooden backrest, completely trapped between his mouth and the chair.
A rough hand gripped the nape of my neck, urging me to lift my head further, surrendering completely to the heated invasion of his tongue as it claimed my mouth, nearly reaching my throat.
I felt as if I were floating, my brain deprived of enough oxygen.
My jaw ached slightly, and I raised my hands, clutching