Prince Zheng's lips were warm on mine. I reached out and clutched fistfuls of his robes in my hands, pulling closer and deepening the kiss on instinct.
The man holding me was warm. All I wanted was to get closer. It had been so long since I felt so safe and wanted.
A soft sound of content left him as I stood up to kiss him better. His hand slid itself to the back of my head, gently guiding me closer.
By the heavens, I felt like I was going to die from the emotions threatening to burst out of my chest.
Prince Zheng raised his face, parting his lips as his tongue found mine. My face heated up as a soft moan escaped me. Every part of my body tensed.
The man kissing me let out a chuckle and pulled away, not letting go of me just yet. I leaned my forehead against his, trying to catch my breath.
A whirlwind of thoughts left my mind in a mess.
What just happened? Did I really kiss a Prince from my enemy nation?
