From Engagement Rings to Morning Zings

Devante chuckled softly, as she pinned his arms above his head, straddling him. He let her, amusement in his gaze. Your country does not exist as a nation anymore, Princess. She was goading him, and he was thrilled. This was a side of her that he rarely saw.

Mmm, without you, I'd probably be attached to another noble woman, playing into her hands until given the kill-order. He mused, tilting his head to give her better access to his neck. So I'm quite glad that you're here; you're much more fun than my usual jobs.

He groaned under his breath, when she bit him. You're not adorable. You're a little vixen.