Melinoe was startled by how the prince was looking at her. They were too close, but she did not feel any danger – not the kind that she felt when she was assaulted by the hounds.
It was a different kind of danger.
His lips were on hers, and her mouth seemed to respond by instinct. At first, it was just the soft but firm touch of his lips on hers, pressing. Then, she found her mouth opening up to him as his tongue explored her mouth.
Wasn’t she successful in her seduction? Or was she the one being seduced? She was no longer sure, as she raised her arms to hold him by the neck, drawing him closer to her. Samuel’s hands were on her back, holding her gently at first. Then, they moved more passionately all over her back and down to her hips.
Melinoe could not find the strength to protest
