She should just lean in and kiss him that could do the trick. She could feel his arousal press into her from where he had lifted her onto the wall. He wanted her but why was he so damn stubborn.
Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned dangerously close to her face. She had had her fair share of experiences with men before but didn't understand why this man made her blush.
His brown hair that always looked ruffled like he just got out of bed tempted her to run her hands through it and his full pink lips moved ever so graciously as he spoke.
"I promise you dear Lady Wife." The words sounding more endearing with his lilt, "When I finally grant you your request, I'll leave you sore and bedridden for many days to come."
At that he dropped her onto wobbly feet without so much as a glance at her.
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Submitting To Her Scottish Lord✅
Historical FictionShe should just lean in and kiss him that could do the trick. She could feel his arousal press into her from where he had lifted her onto the wall. He wanted her but why was he so damn stubborn. Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned dangerous...
