Chapter 11 - The Perfidious Queen

The silky sheets were curled about Queen Sylara and her lover as they lay in bed. His hands traced the gentle curves of her body, his lips pressing into hers with a passion she had come to crave. The air was heavy with longing, and the area was softly lit by flickering candles that created shadows on the walls of the royal chamber. She gasped as Verron's fingers moved between her thighs, and he swiftly covered her mouth to silence her moans. He leaned into her ear, his breath warm and ragged “Shh, my queen. If the king hears us…” His voice trailed off as he thought about the unimaginable things the king would do to him if he was caught Sylara smiled mischievously and whispered back, “He won’t hear us, relax” He made an effort to hide his nervousness, but it was evident in his eyes as he kissed her neck tenderly, moving down to her breasts. Her body jolted with delight as his hands performed their magic and his lips and tongue touched her delicate flesh. Her fingers tightene