Chapter 69 B: Avery

• AVERY
• “Except to the king,” I remind him, my response an unintelligible moan, as his teeth sinks into the soft spot between my neck and clavicle. My hands explore his muscled arms, traveling up the soft fabric, until they curl into his collar. My legs wrap around his waist, tugging him closer, a giggle bubbling through me, as a sassy remark comes to forefront. “And only when he behaves himself.”
• “Is that so?” He growls, the vibration tickles my sensitive areas, “then I must behave often.”