As though equally as shocked by the situation, the carriage rocked at that particular moment and Chantria lost her balance.
The kiss was broken, but falling back to the bench, she took Zevon down with her, so he was now straddled over her.
Chantria's heart rate accelerated, she could practically hear her own heartbeat with how hard her heart was thumping and she knew she was not the only one who could hear it.
Zevon smirked slightly at Chantria who stared up at him, her back flat against the carriage bench, giving her no room of escape.
"I like this position better." Zevon commented.
Zevon's lips found Chantria's again, this time, more confident and not as tentative as they had been originally.
He kissed Chantria slowly but firmly and with an intent of declaring possession. Chantria's wide eyes slowly went closed as she succumbed to Zevon's kiss.
His lips were skilled, prying hers apart and exploring her mouth with his warm tongue.
