But most of all… she feared how deeply she still wanted him.
"F....Fuck me, Draven," Mellisa moaned, her voice strained with pleasure, every syllable laced with desperation.
Draven obeyed without hesitation, thrusting deeply and faster into her, the lavish royal carriage rocking violently with each powerful movement.
Outside, not a single servant dared to look in or question the sounds. Their expressions remained stoic....except for one.
Pah. Pah. Pah.
The unmistakable rhythm of skin slapping echoed beyond the carriage walls.
Though the palace maids and guards stood upright and composed, subtle frowns and exchanged glances betrayed their confusion. They tried to ignore the carnal sounds filtering through the heavy velvet, but the truth clawed at their curiosity.
"She's panting heavily in there… Should we check up on Her Highness?" one of the palace maids finally whispered, unable to keep her concern or suspicion contained. Others hesitantly nodded in agreement.
