In the fleeting moment of submission, Syris felt weak. She felt warm, pressed tightly against his chest.
She was breathless by the time the Prince broke their kiss, his lips wet with her saliva. While hers was swollen and plump and ripe for the taking.
"Now, wasn't that better?"
Slightly panting, Syris pressed her lips against his. He tasted like wine as her tongue mimicked his technique, sucking him in. She shuddered when his palm cupped her bottom, clutching it firmly like he was marking his territory.
'Mhh~'
She could feel his fingers reaching through her robes, touching her bare skin, savoring her like a delicate piece of meat.
She liked it.
"How's it feel?" He inquired as they kissed, enamored by those pale blue sapphire-like eyes of hers. They were glistening with guilt, shame, and excitement.
