Eighty:
Princess Sirena
I shouldn’t have kissed him. That wasn’t what I was supposed to do. I was supposed to try to escape or wait for Zale to come and rescue me. That was what princesses did. They didn’t kiss someone who they weren’t engaged to. Even if they were being forced to marry him. But Antero and I were finally getting to know each other, in ways that I hadn’t gotten a chance to know Zale.
As I kissed him, I was aware of his heart rate pounding through his chest. Of course, I wasn’t sure if it was his or mine because it was pounding so loud. He tasted so differently than Zale. Like mint. Zale always tasted like the scotch or champagne that never seemed to leave his hand. Antero moaned as I kissed him, and I could feel him pressed up against me, his c**k straining against hi
