A small gasp escaped Anastasia's lips upon feeling his lips dangerously close to hers, and she instinctively pulled back as if she had touched something searing hot. She noticed how the prince had trouble holding himself back, and when the opportunity presented itself, he eagerly seized it, diving right into attempting to seduce her.
"What happened?" Dante questioned her earnestly, making it seem that what he just did wasn't odd.
"That, your tongue," Anastasia sputtered as she became flustered. How was it possible that he wasn't embarrassed by the action he did? she asked herself, while staring at his questioning black eyes.
Dante angled his face to hers, and when he spoke, every word of his bounced off her pale pink lips, "You didn't like it?"
His question made her involuntarily think about it, and she replied, "I don't know…" and her heart began to pound in her ribcage.
