~Laith~
This was the second time in my life that a man had ever kissed me without asking for permission. I wriggled and strained until Prince Zephirin secured me more firmly against his body.
He smelled like dust and dry sand. It was the first I'd gotten such a scent from him. Prince Zephirin had been away from the palace since morning. His whereabouts were unknown for most of the day.
The pressure of his mouth increased, searching ardently until my lips were coaxed apart. I had never imagined kisses like this, deep, tenderly impatient caresses that seemed to sap all of my strength until I closed my eyes and leaned into the hard support of his chest.
Prince Zephirin took instant advantage of my weakness, molding me against him until not an inch separated us, and my legs were parted by the intrusion of his powerful thigh.
