"I think this is why we are mates." Frey muttered before he swept Mircea off her feet and settled her on the counter of the kitchen. He didn't give her the time to respond to his comment, he smashed his lips roughly on hers, eager to get a taste.
His warmth was overwhelming. She couldn't decipher if it was because her head was spinning from how hungry she was or Frey. Nevertheless, she relished the feeling. Relished his lips on hers.
Unfortunately, it didn't last long. Frey withdrew himself and stared at her with hooded eyes, "Just a kiss." He murmured, licking his already wet lips.
Mircea wanted to say no. That they should fuck the arrangement and just go back to her bedchamber for the night, yet she couldn't do that. She believed they needed more sleep if they wanted to get through to-morrow.
Biting inside of her cheeks, she nodded primly at him. "Just a kiss." She repeated.
