King Varziel, taking those words as her consent, lowered his head and captured her lips with his in a fiery kiss. It was different. Before her consciousness sank into a beautiful haze, Arella could only notice that the kiss was unlike any other she had ever experienced.
It was even different from the one they had shared at the wedding. It was rough but not as forceful as she would have imagined a demon's kiss to be. The warmth of his lips melted her defenses, sending a shiver down her spine. At the wedding, she had some semblance of control. However, now, she felt as if she was going to be devoured; as if he was hungrier than he was at the wedding.
Hungry for her.
Although the kiss was rough, the king's movements were unhurried, as if he were savoring the moment, intending to have her for his meal.
This realization sent a shiver down her spine.
