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There was something in his body language, maybe the confidence that he still held even while being so taxed by the pregnancy that was able to draw Cheyenne insane with lust. If someone would have told her that she would have find a gravid man extremely attractive, the now Queen would have probably laughed to their face and then imprisoned them for treason against the throne and yet, right now she was barely able to keep her hands off his glorious orb that she cupped as soon as she was close enough. The mass was solid under the fabric of his clothing, even more than usual, as she made a mental note to ask August about it later.

At the moment, in fact, she was too busy spreading her legs open enough for his hand to trail freely on her delicate thighs, providing her husband the complete access to her most intimate region. She melted in his touch like the airy snow of Spring, a breathy sigh escaping her lips just from their closeness, shivers running down her spine even before his lips touched the sensitive skin of her neck.

Gasping lightly, Cheyenne pressed her voluptous body against his in order to erase any distance set betweeen them, desire sparking in her as soon as his hand moved between her fold, always warm and ready to welcome him. “I may have half an idea, kind Sir. Does it involve something…” her hand trailed toward the his crotch, her fingers tracing what she could tell was his already semi erected length. “Yes, something exactly like this” she smirked, her lips capturing August in a stolen kiss.