Rose staggered to her room. Two more times. They had gone two more times before the crown prince finally let her go. She was surprised she was able to walk out of the room. She was sore, and there were marks all over her body. She brought her hand to her neck as she recalled. Hopefully, it didn't leave a mark that wouldn't fade easily. Rose rested on the wall; she would break if she kept this up.
She pushed herself off the wall. Between her legs tingled, and she could feel the wetness as she walked. Rose didn't know how she felt, and she didn't want to think about it. Right now, she would clean up and go to sleep. Tomorrow morning, she would deal with her feelings, whatever they were.
Every step made her swollen parts rub against her legs, and the dress rubbed against her sore breasts. He wouldn't stop sucking and biting. She wrapped her arms around herself and forced herself to increase her speed. The faster she could get to the servant quarters, the better.
