Morielle did not expect King Raithen to follow her and arrive just in time. She already anticipated that the guards would react after what she did to their commanding rhovatt. Without the parchment on her person, she would have had a problem convincing them.
And now, his lips were locked with hers. She knew she should push him away. But instead, she held unto his wide shoulders and kissed him back. His tongue shoved inside her mouth to taste her even more. His unique taste drove her wild that a groan escaped from her, and her knees began to feel weak. She could not think straight but just the kiss—how his hot and wet lips devoured hers and how that delicious mouth ignited the dormant fire within her.
Her heart beast faster, and her breath became rugged. She could feel that hardness bump
