I never bowed to any man.
Not until the king's gaze stripped me bare in the throne room, my disgrace a noose around my neck, and he offered salvation wrapped in sin.
One word from him, and I was his-hauling me into candlelit chambers where beeswax choked the air thicker than intrigue.
God forgive me, I craved it. The way his royal fingers claimed my swollen breasts, coaxing milk that shouldn't flow for a wretch like me.
He is dominion made flesh, this crowned beast who rules with a growl that rattles my bones. Ruthless in council, yet his touch turns tender-obsessed, kneading my ache until I spill for him like forbidden nectar. Our nights tangle in tower shadows, sweat-slicked and heaving, his seed driving deep to breed what the court would call profane. I fight the pull-duty screams to flee, honor whispers of vipers waiting to strike-but my body betrays me, arching into his breeding heat, lactating under his mouth like a penitent yielding her soul.
Every stolen hour risks it all. My fragile name, dangling from scandal's blade. His throne, poisoned by whispers of a disgraced woman's milk staining royal linens. We clash in reckless lust, hearts warring against the betrayal lurking in silk-draped halls-a nursery's haze teasing bliss we dare not claim. Yet what if this milky surrender doesn't bind him? What if the court's shadows drain our passion before it quickens life?
A full-length historical breeding erotic romance featuring a disgraced court lady and a possessive Tudor king. Includes themes of lactation, milking, and royal impregnation.
