Bab 410: I'm not misbehaving, I'm playacting [R18] 1

Octavian guided Isabelle to sit on the edge of the table, leaning in to brush his lips over hers. "Should I carry out these fantasies...then?"

She couldn't help a giggle and pulled back slightly to study his handsome face. "Of course, Your Highness. Whatever my master desires."

The Prince groaned softly. "When you say those words...Beloved...it drives me wild."

His lips trailed a path up the length of her throat. "You tempt me beyond reason."

Her face turned pink under the teasing, her breath catching in her chest. "...my apologies, Your Highness."

She ought to correct him.

Either to stop him from acting so scandalously where people could find them, or to remind him to treat her like a stranger somehow.

She ought to.

She was too excited to form enough words for all that, though.

Instead, she trembled under his touch, a rush of excitement coursing through her veins at the way her fiancee touched her, caressed her.