River's POV
Her taste was just as I imagined.
Orange and lemon.
She was sweet. I wrapped my hands around her neck, surprised at how soft she felt. Well, she was soft, and I didn't want to squash her with my large palms or scratch her with my permanently elongated claws. I knew it scared a lot of people, and I appreciated how she leaned into me instead of being scared.
I kept wanting more from her, so I did what I could. I traced the entrance of her lips, seeking permission, and she wasted no time granting me access to her haven. I smiled. Slowly, I began to feel her hesitation. From her body language, I could tell she was asking herself what the hell she was doing with a king of evil, and at the slightest chance she got, she pulled away.
I kept my smile because I expected it. “How was
