Queen of Fire and Ash
“Now tell me Amasir, what were you doing in his room last night?”
As Rughald took a step towards her, she mirrored him with a step backward.
His lips curled up in a deep frown. “You were with him again.”
“Rughald—”
“Don’t,” he snapped.
In an instant, he closed the distance between them. He was do fast that he left her breathless. His hands caressed her waist, and she suddenly became aware of how difficult it was to breath.
“You reek of him, love,” he murmured. “His scent, his touch, his kiss, they are all over you.”
She gasped and before she could say anything, his lips crashed onto hers, claiming her mouth into his.
He sucked on her lower lips, his kiss punishing. She couldn’t breath, couldn’t think, couldn’t move.
When he finally pulled back, her lips were trembling and her chest was heaving.
His eyes darkened with hint of possessiveness. “There,” he smiled. “Now Mikhaz lips are gone.”