Ethan settled between her legs, feeling the heat radiating from the princess's body. While holding her gaze, he began sliding the tip of his shaft along the slick crevice of her core, stroking her with a measured pressure.
"Why did you trust me so much?" asked Ethan, leaning in until their breaths mingled. "You didn't know me, you had never seen me... and from the very beginning, your trust in me was blind. I really can't understand it. I know I'm handsome, but I don't think that's enough to place your destiny in my hands."
The gentle friction of his tip against her clitoris made Isabella arch her back against the silk. A soft moan escaped her throat as a wave of pleasure slicked the head teasing her entrance.
"It is... a secret from my mother," whispered Isabella, her voice trembling with arousal as a smile formed on her lips despite her flustered state. "I will never tell you."
