It was nothing more than a touch of lips. But it was enough to spark a fire in them both. One that had Prince Orpheus’ arms wound tight around her slim waist and her feet dangling in the air as he lifted her. Her moans rung in his ears when his tongue swept across her lips; swollen from biting them so much.
Zala’s lips were so sensitive that her head felt murky when he fervently kissed her. As if making up for missing times. Her legs were locked behind him and her stomach was full of butterflies with a mess between her thighs.
Yet, she could think of nothing but how good the palm that grasped and held her up by her butt felt, and how wicked and teasingly his tongue caressed the insides of her mouth.
She found herself lost in his touch and unyielding hold, and she wouldn’t mind being lo
