An Irresistible Intrigue (BWWM)
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He pushed me against the wall and pinned my arms over my head. He kissed me hard and passionately with his tongue entering my mouth, he moved one of his hands under my dress cupping my ass. I jumped little scared and aroused at the same time. He chuckled softly and looked a me with his blue eye's that seemed darker. "Oh Lady Katherine . I can't wait to make you mine for all of France to know you belong to me ." He whispered in my ear that I shivered, he was watching me I could feel it. I looked up to his gaze and saw the lust in his eye's how badly he wanted to take me in his chambers. He let go of my wrist as my arms fell down to my sides , he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead and sighed. "I won't make you do anything your not ready for until you marry me Katherine and be my Queen."
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