"Your M-Majesty," Rose started, her voice cracking a little as she spoke, but she did her best to steady it. "Edna has been imprisoned by the Queen even though she was with me on your orders. I would like… aaah, Your Majesty!"
Rose closed her legs as the crown prince pushed two fingers into her. Her back lifted off the bed, the rest of her words forgotten at the pleasure that concentrated on her pelvis. The crown prince wasn't gentle in the slightest—he knew where to rub and just how deep to go to drive her insane.
"Open your legs," he ordered.
Rose did as he asked.
"Now, what would you like?" he asked.
Rose couldn't see his face, but she could clearly hear the smugness in his voice. He wanted her to continue speaking in this state. She couldn't even remember what she was talking about.
"Your Majesty," Rose pleaded as she tried to take his hands away.
"Do that and this conversation is over," he stated, his tone indicating he was quite serious.
