"Again?" He asked, seeing the bottle of wine, though the colour and scent seemed different.
The delicious scent of her body reached his nose before her voice reached his ears. A silky sweet flavour touched with peach and honey.
Her figure swayed through the shadows, with two glasses in one hand, once again, she came to meet him at the edge of night.
"You've been working too hard since we returned."
"I thought you would need one," she said.
"Well... I didn't say I needed one. But I need you."
"Wha?" Zafira's hands trembled, almost dropping the wine, as she turned bright red.
Able to tease a succubus like her made Leonhardt's day.
"You..." Zafira's hips sat on his desk with a soft slap, squishing her cheeks over the documents he had been working on for the past few hours. "Is everything alright, my king? Is the weight of everything not too heavy to carry alone?"
Leonhardt tilted his head.
"Heavy? I've barely accepted the throne."
