THE CHOICE: My King or My Knight?

[COMPLETE] When Zara walked in on her boyfriend sleeping with another woman, she cursed God for the lack of good men in this miserable, modern world. Then she woke up in a romantic land of honorable Knights and the Royal Court. There, Zara is stunned to find herself one of eighteen women called The Select, from which the handsome, powerful King will choose his bride. She finds the magnetic King compelling. But her dashing Knight Defender has declared his love—and vows to save her from certain death: Tradition requires every woman in the Select who is not the King’s chosen bride to be executed to cover her family’s shame. Yet, the King is also making his intention to win Zara clear. None of this would matter if it was just a dream. But Zara is soon forced to accept that this is no fantasy. Which means each man—and his love—is real. And this world is a deadly nightmare. As the tension between the two men grows, Zara must make a choice. But how can a woman choose between a powerful King and a deadly Knight? Especially when either would kill to keep her? Are you #TeamKing or #TeamKnight? COVER IMAGE: Copyright (c) 2023 Author AimeeLynn

AimeeLynn · Fantasy
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Awaken Love – Part 5 

~ ASH ~

Lizbeth's breath caught and her eyes widened at the invasion, but she was still gripping my arm, still forcing me to keep my hand there, and a moment later her hips rolled again, stronger this time.

Her breath got sharper, shorter. She was rubbing herself against me, tightening around my finger even as she pressed herself against the heel of my hand.

Soon, she was moving on me, nodding slightly, her eyes hooded but still locked on mine and her cheeks beginning to flush.

"Don't stop," she whispered as she let go of my arm and brought her hand up to curl her fingers into my hair. "Don't stop at all…"

She pulled me down into an open-mouthed kiss. I gave a low groan and on the next roll of her hips, inserted a second finger.

She swallowed convulsively, but tilted her head to deepen the kiss. And she whimpered. Her breath got harsh and she began to shake—and not with fear this time.