"Mercenary Angelia, I order you to kiss my hand."
Such words would be considered insubordination if said in public—even as a Lord, he couldn't treat a princess so rudely. But inside the carriage, the command took on a playful intimacy.
Angelia didn't mind at all. She immediately turned over and lightly pressed her lips to the back of Romon's right hand.
After a moment of soft warmth, Romon was about to withdraw his hand when he suddenly felt a wave of heat and moisture. Looking down, he saw that the princess was trailing kisses along the space between his middle and ring fingers, all the way up to the fingertips.
Then, her tender lips enveloped both his fingers, her slick tongue weaving between them like a serpent.
Romon couldn't help but feel a sudden jolt of excitement.
It seemed that the once-innocent Princess Angelia was gradually learning some special techniques from him.
