Ameelah waited for what felt like forever before she finally felt Darmiel’s lips brush against hers. She quivered, her body momentarily freezing, not knowing how to react. This was her first kiss—the one she had only ever read about in novels.
“Open your mouth for me, Ameelah,” Darmiel whispered against her skin, his voice a low, commanding rumble. She obeyed, her heart hammering against her ribs.
Gently, Darmiel slid his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her with a hunger that made her dizzy. He nibbled her lips softly, sucking on them as if he were savoring something sweet and rare. His tongue explored hers, teasing and coaxing a response until Ameelah’s mind was completely clouded by the sensation.
Automatically, her arms found their way to Darmiel’s neck, pulling him closer. Darmiel’
