ANNATORIA
Our kiss teetered between frantic desperation and slow exploration. We poured every part of us to savour the unspoken feelings that will soon become memories.
Within the push and pull of our liplock, our hands were not idle.
Clawing at his shoulders, waist, back, chest… I kept pulling him closer. I needed my body and soul to take in every detail of his presence. And I was also silently begging for some sort of miracle to happen.
Dayrian’s touch was dancing against my skin after he moved his hands past my gown. With light strokes, he struck exciting jolts on my skin, leaving imprints that reminded me of the first time our bodies responded to the spark between us.
Fuck.
Can we really not stop this from happening?
“My queen,” he muttered against my lips as our kiss slowe
