David's POV
"Do you need me to plead for your mercy, sweetheart?" I murmured, my voice hoarse as her fingers slipped beneath my shirt, exploring and caressing.
"Absolutely," she breathed, her gaze downcast, lips slightly open. "But watching you kneel would be far too predictable, wouldn't it?"
Her palm pressed against my chest, feeling the rhythm of my heartbeat before her fingertip traced circles around my nipple.
"Then how should I seek her majesty's pardon?"
She twisted my nipple between her fingers, drawing a sharp intake of breath from me as electricity shot through my body. I braced one hand against the wall above her head, my other still gripping her curves as I leaned closer, my face hovering inches from hers while I gasped, "Tell me, your majesty."
"So now I'm majesty?" she asked, that playful smile dancing on her lips, her tone filled with mischief.
I pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose. "To me, you're everything. Tomorrow you could rule empires. So speak."
