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His back arched down and his hand was firmly planted on the door behind her. His lips touched hers and his eyes closed as he trapped her between his body and the wood of the large oak door. Her eyes opened wider than ever before as she felt the kings lips press against hers. Suddenly her body melted into the embrace. Her head pushed forward and her eyes closed. He pulled away, a strand of shared saliva stretched from both their lips. Her face beamed with confused joy. With no words he pulled her to him. “Lord Algar,” her words were whispered and breathy. They reached the table once again, placing a hand on each of her hips he lifted her up and placed her onto the table. They shared a look as she tightly gripped his shirt pulling him closer. His hands wrested either side of her, and their lips met again. This time passion fuelled their actions. She pulled and scratched at his shoulders as she sucked him in. Rar-sh bit his lip gently pulling on it as they separated for air. Her eyes emitted a beam of lustful need. “King Algar.” Her voice was slow and creamy, rich like molten gold.