Her breath hissed out of her lips when he cupped and squeezed her now red ass and her body throbbed for it, her desire leaking from her wet slit. She whimpered for him, at the image he painted for her, at the sound of his deep voice, at the feeling of his mastery over her. Yes, yes, this was what she needed. When he thrust two fingers into her she arched on his lap, writhing with a cry of pleasure, so slick he moved into her easily, though even two fingers stretched her taunt depths. Wantonly she rocked her hips into him. "Ro...Roarke.....Goddess....." her voice was hoarse with pleasure, the princess stripped bare to the woman who loved him, who worshipped him in her soul.