From the moment their lips touched, all of the soft affections from before disappeared. Samir's mouth captured hers with a fiery intensity that warmed the room despite their body temperatures being inherently cool. His fangs were ever so slightly extended, nipping at her bottom lip.
"I missed you," Nazmi whispered, running one of her hands down his chest. "I thought about you a lot."
"Yeah?" Samir asked. He guided her hand further down his abdomen, until she was only a few inches away from caressing his manhood. "Good. Show me how much you missed me."
Nazmi didn't even try to speak. She knew what was coming next; she had grown accustomed to (and very fond of) the Prince's style in bed. He sat himself up, using his strong hands to grip her by the waist. Before she knew it, she was saddled in his lap. She had kept her hand in its place at his crotch while he repositioned them.
