When I pressed my lips to him, all my thoughts left behind like clouds. All I can feel is his soft lips, but the bitter feelings remain stronger.
I bit him like nibbling on candy, and the prince hissed from the pain. Dark glee went through me when I heard it.
The prince moved his hands from my wrist and slid to my back, just silently taking what I was giving him. I tugged on his lips, and my tongue pushed past his closed lips and met his warm tongue.
It felt like fire.
My lips, tongue, and teeth clashed with his, although I could sense that the prince was holding back, and I felt my chest beating like a drum.
I was getting out of breath, and when I moved my lips from him, a string of saliva connected me with him. The prince was heaving silently, his expression of cold mask broke like glass. I felt a dark delight flushing through me, and without warning, I went close to him and sank my teeth into his shoulders.
