A Crown, a Curse, and One Bed: A Steamy Romantasy Only One Bed Romance

I have never belonged to anyone and I built a whole life on that.
Then a curse wrote my name beside a king's, and now I cannot get out of his bed.

Samuel Pembroke commands a room by walking into it. He carries an old battle limp and it costs him nothing.
The sigil on his forearm glows when we touch, and each night it asks for more skin than the last.
Last night the magic sealed the records room with us inside. He set his hands at my hips and kept them there.
Neither of us pretended the curse was doing that.

That is the shame of it. Not the bed. That I woke turned toward him with the crescent mark warm on my ribs.
He says my name low and my independence sounds like a story I used to tell.

Tonight that bed wants bare skin from shoulder to knee.
Undress. Lie down. Let him hold me until dawn. Let the curse take the last of the distance.
His rivals are hunting for one visible weakness, I am that weakness, and I climb in at dusk.
What is left of me when the distance is gone? What is left of him if I walk out?

A full-length romantasy curse bond and only one bed erotic novel featuring a fiercely independent commoner and the king the magic chained her to.