Presenting His Queen

It was a busy day for the King, who declared the conference open so that everyone there would know his authority as the King with a valid wife and children. And to communicate to the spouse where she should be in his life.

He remembered to unchain her and put her rings back on after he showered.

"Sleep well," he mumbled as he leaned down and kissed her lips. He then turned away, splitting every step that separated them. "Give yourself back to me soon. I hope you see it from my point of view that I unchained you does not mean I'm letting you go. Stay with me because you want to, Izabella."

What happened inside his suite was still evident in his mind. The last thing he wanted was to roll off of her and drop his stomach onto the mattress next to Izabella. The amount of sex they had last night chafed his shaft, but he didn't care.

He might not recall what transpired between them, but his body was aching for her touch, and he craved her. His inability to restrain the burning urge whe