'The Gypsy kiss...' Lorelai silently repeated the name of the outrageous action performed by the lycan king, her heartbeat ringing loudly in her burning, red ears.
A new, persistent shade of pink flushed over her cheeks as her mind drifted back to the night they had spent together. Surely, there had been worse things the man had done to her that night, but all of them were done by a beast.
Tonight, the man before her was a Gypsy and yet, he was no less shameless.
'I wonder if all of them are like this...'
As she pondered this idea, Rhaegar pushed another puff of gray smoke out of his mouth, his glowing eyes still locked on the princess' blushing face. He chuckled.
"Why are you so red, Princess? Did you like it? Do you want me to do it again?"
