Unlike Islinda, who cowered in fear and was eager to face the King's army, Aldric was by no means interested in ending the kiss. He let out a low growl against her lips, his desire burning hotter than ever as he grabbed her face and continued kissing her. In that moment, nothing else mattered to him but the taste of her lips and the feel of her in his arms. Others might as well go to hell for all he cared.
Aldric had wondered over a thousand times in his prison how he was going to face Islinda, but none of his imagination had come close to this. Islinda kissed him. No, his mate kissed him and admitted that she missed him too. That admission was the best gift Islinda could ever give him, and Aldric was clearly over the moon. His heart was elevated with joy, and he couldn't help but keep kissing her luscious lips to show Islinda how much he lov…liked her.
