The first few seconds of the kiss felt almost like what Sophia thought people felt when they were about to die. The feeling of being so completely taken that she knows she is fully helpless.
Her eyes came to a close on their own, Prince Alexander's lips against hers feeling like soft pillows pressing down on her, seeking an unholy entrance within her, seeking to explore her secrets.
She moved even further, her knees melting under her. His hands were still caressing the little corner in her neck where his fingers fit ever so perfectly.
Every bit of her, from the words she uttered to the ones she did not, from the gestures she made while he was looking to the one when he was not even looking...the slightly damp, soft feeling her lips offered, and the way her hands seemed to want to explor
