He's big, indeed.
Using force, he's so light, where's the force?
"Mm, Lucas Knight, stop it, let go..." She pushed against the man on top of her, "Crown Prince... be gentle!"
Held so tightly, she could hardly breathe.
"Alright, no more yelling, sweetheart, I'll let go now." He reluctantly released her, still savoring the moment, then tugged at her shirt collar, "Don't wear such low-cut tops in the future..."
Otherwise, it won't just be a hug!
Maybe if I keep hugging, I'll... I'll claim her for myself. He really wanted to. But since she's pregnant, what could he do... just endure!
"...Who was yelling." She blushed, sitting to the side, trying to distance herself from him.
"Not yelling... more like, moaning." He said.
Eva Nightingale: "..." Crown Prince, are you a devil? You can even say moaning like it's nothing. She only whimpered a bit earlier, how could that count as moaning? Ahem, he could say it without any shame, Eva was truly impressed!
