With not a single thread of clothing between them as he held the Red Star Empress, Richard found the sensation impossible to describe. It was a beauty that surpassed even his wildest imagination.
"Empress..." Richard whispered, changing how he addressed her as he gazed into her eyes.
She seemed past the point of caring what he called him. Her breath hitched, and her gaze was filled with a sense of helpless surrender.
"Why are you still so shy?" he asked softly.
"Who's shy?" she countered, rolling her eyes.
Richard let out a low chuckle at her expression. After looming over her for a moment, he moved to her side and urged her to sit up. She could no longer shield her body from him, allowing Richard to admire her to his heart's content.
He pulled her toward the center of the bed, as they were still perched on the edge with their feet dangling toward the floor. He cupped one of her breasts, kneading it gently, which inevitably caused her expression to soften.
