Chapter 182

"Good morning, my Queen."
I would never grow tired of hearing that. Hadrian’s voice made it sound utterly seductive. His piercing gaze devoured me, his eyes alight with a hunger that sent heat rushing to my cheeks. We were both bare beneath the sheets, though I couldn’t recall when I had lost my silk nightgown. His arms encased me, holding me possessively, our legs entwined as if neither of us could bear even an inch of distance. The air between us was thick with the remnants of our passion, so charged that a single spark might ignite us once more.
As my gaze trailed down from his eyes to the smirk curving his lips, a rush of warmth spread through me. Before I could react, his hands gripped my hips, lifting me just enough to feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against me. A gasp slipped from my lips.