#Chapter 38 Wedding Attire

“Elena, what do you want?” King Harvey whispers as I pull away from our passionate kiss. His silver eyes clue me in on what he wants. “I am very glad you are better… and you read rather elegantly…” Blushing, I release his face and move to not be leaning into him anymore. He twists in his chair fully to face me and picks me up by my waist, to place me in his warm lap. “Wrong way, Elena.” King Harvey whispers in my ear as he leans down to press a slow kiss to the pre-mating mark on my neck. A feverish fire explodes through my body, and I gasp, trying to control the undeniable desire to lie down and let him have his way with me. It is a thunderbolt of desire that has taken over my body and soul. I don’t have to turn to face him, he simply rearranges me, I realize he is using his dominant right hand. Is he healed fully? “Your arm, King Harvey!” Whispering to him, I barely press my fingertips to the massive muscle that is his right bicep. The skin of his arm is smooth and co