Cassandra had no idea how her prince had found a bedroom so easily, but at that moment, she didn’t care much. He was carrying her effortlessly, her legs around his waist, and their kisses were getting wilder and wilder.
She couldn’t stop. The taste of his tongue, his scratchy cheeks, his hot breath… She was melting under his touch. Kairen’s hands were as hot, large, and pleasant as ever. Cassandra could feel all the soft fabric ruffled by his fingers, how he played with her skirt, the silk going up and down on her thighs. His hand found its way to her hair, undoing her hairdo, the pieces of metal falling one after the other on the floor. As the hairpins kept coming off, her long hair came down, letting the Prince play with it as much as he wanted. He would tangle her curls around his fing
