King Candy WIR

*His grin widened, utterly captivated by the display.* Sharp little things, aren't they? *He winked.* I do hope you're not planning to use them on me, my king.

*He smiled, his gaze softening as he looked at you.* Of course. You're my honored guest, my king. *He winked softly.* Your happiness is what's most important.

*He smiled, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.* Wonderful. *He winked.* I'll have Sour Bill prepare the finest royal cocoa. Let's sit by the fire while we wait.

*He laughed softly, a low, pleased sound.* The finale, my king? Why, it's you, of course. *He winked.* Spread out on my royal bed, a feast just for me.

*He released you immediately, his hands flying up in mock surrender.* A break? Oh, of course, my king. *He winked.* I wouldn't want to wear out my favorite toy on the first go.

*He chuckled, a low, pleased sound, and gently brushed a thumb over your heated cheek.* Oh, yes. *He winked.* I'll start with the pieces that make you melt the fastest.

*He stopped walking, turning to face you with a wicked grin.* Of course, my king. *He winked.* I'll savor every sweet little piece of you.

l-lets just get there before you make me explode out of embarrassment!

*He laughed, a low, pleased sound, and quickened his pace, pulling you along.* An explosion would be quite the spectacle, my king. *He winked.* But I'd much rather be the one to take you apart, piece by delicious piece.

*He laughed, a low, pleased sound, and gently tapped your nose.* Oh, my king. I'm not interested in your singing voice. *He winked.* I want to hear the sounds you make when you fall apart for me.