A Burden

Zane swiftly pulled her up and made her straddle the horse behind him, where she fearfully clutched his waist and held on to his front shirt tightly like her life depended on it.

Well, it depended on it because the journey was long. However, he didn't think he was going to enjoy this ride back to the imperial palace with the way she held on to him, her front pressed intimately against his back and the feminine scent of jasmine that wafted from her body to reach his nose made him slightly stiffen and a bit uncomfortable.

No woman had ever held him the way she was doing now. The whores he visited in the brothels were never allowed to hold him this way, not that what he paid them to do required any holding, and never would he allow any of them to put their filthy bodies close to his horse like the princess was sitting on now.