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As queen, Esme Valdoria commands a kingdom, but only her captain of the guard, Adil Kassar, commands her body. Their secret meetings in the royal bathhouse are a raw, explicit escape from duty, where she sheds her crown for his touch and his mouth. But a queen and her commander can only hide their passion for so long.
Steam curls off the marble bath as Esme stands at the edge, her wet silk shift clinging to her thighs, her hair dripping down her spine. Adil enters in silence, still in his leather tunic, and stops a
He lifts her from the water without a word, her wet shift clinging to his chest as he carries her across the marble to the low bed against the far wall. He lays her down on the silk coverlet, her legs
He reaches the bed and doesn't stop at the edge—his knee presses into the silk beside her hip, his damp tunic brushing her bare skin as he leans over her, one hand flat on the mattress by her shoulder
It’s been two weeks she didn’t see Adil he went for training Esme is lying on the bed, opened her shirt button her red bra visible with her breast and cleavage become visible her chest rise and fall a
Another week passed Esme busy in decisions of people and run like queen palace meeting one morning she wake up she was about to lift up from bed she feel dizzy and then wave of nausea hit her put her