149 The Queen of Polis (2)

The light fabric of the gown didn't prevent me from imagining her shapes.

Her slim figure and round hips. Her flat stomach and perfectly rounded breasts.

My hand landed on her back, itching to move. But I still knew that I wasn't allowed to touch a Queen like that.

It took me a whole minute to summon the courage to move the hand down, unnoticed by the Queen. She was too focused on the kiss.

Her fingers were on my cheeks, and her chest was moving up and down with haste. Her nipples were visible under the dress, so much that I wanted to pinch them and see her reaction.

Stopping myself from biting the Queen turned out to be a tough challenge, but I managed to keep my instincts contained.

When we split, both of us were short of breath.

«This Queen doesn't dislike bed duties,» she exclaimed with a smile.

I clenched my fists to resist the urge to grab her and show her what bed duties truly were.