Zara's Pov
"Kiss me, princess, please, " he begs softly, seeming hungry for an equal friction on the lips. Unable to hold myself any longer, I placed both my hands around his neck and pressed hard into his lips, sucking his lower lips, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth.
It wasn't like our usual make-out; this felt more intense as if we had become more connected in an unexplainable way. His hand at the back of my head, pulling me impossibly close, and the other caressing my thigh, threatening to go upwards.
Soft moans escape both of us as we devour each other lips like it was our last time.
**clears throat**
"I will begin our journey back home, sir," the driver informs awkwardly
Quickly, I push away from Zen, feeling utterly embarrassed. I had forgotten entirely the older man was still in the car with us.
"Samuel doesn't care...come here, princess." Zen shamelessly tries to pull me back in for a kiss, but I stop him quickly
