He kisses me, and this time I don’t fight it. My lips move against his, and I tangle my fingers in his hair, relishing the fact that I’m ruining it. He makes an approving sound in my mouth and lifts me so that my legs are forced to wrap around his hips.

The king moves us to the bed and then places me on top of it. He reaches under my back and unsnaps my bra. I wince as he tosses the flimsy garment aside.

And then he’s touching me, kneading my breasts, moving his thumbs over my nipples, and I can’t figure out whether this situation disturbs me or turns me on. Both, I think.

Montes’s mouth replaces his fingers, and his teeth skim the tender flesh. I shiver at the sensation, and he flashes me a smile.

“Still a virgin?” he asks.

“That’s none of your business.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says, “which means it’s my job to make sure you enjoy yourself tonight.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“We’ll see what you say after all is said and done.”

His fingers hook under the thin fabric of my panties and he pulls them off me before removing his boxer briefs. When he returns to the bed, he lays his body over mine. I’ve never experienced so much skin-on-skin contact, and I’m surprised to find that it feels good.

Really good.

He rolls to my side and moves his hand until it’s touching the most intimate part of me.

“Montes.” I jerk away from him before I remember myself.

He pushes me back down against the mattress and kisses my collarbone. His fingers slip inside me, and I jerk again.

“You’re already wet,” his whispers in my ear.

I get the logistics of female anatomy, but not how it works when expert fingers strum it. Judging by the king’s smug tone, I can piece together what I’m missing. The way he touches me has me throwing my head back and closing my eyes.

My breath catches and picks up as his fingers rhythmically stroke me. Sensation is building up inside of me, and my eyes flutter closed to better experience this.

The king lets out a satisfied chuckle under his breath, then removes his fingers. I’m left bereft only for a moment before he rolls back onto me and positions himself. My eyes snap open and gaze into his. Oh God, it’s happening.

“This might hurt,” he says.

And it does, briefly. Then I feel him fully inside me.

Montes’s hands brush back the hair of my face, and he presses a kiss along my cheek as he withdraws.