POV: Lianne Deivin
Cain was kissing me lavishly from head to toe. Touching my body like he was soaping me thoroughly. I couldn't open my eyes but I knew that it was him when he sluggishly uttered my name.
"Lianne... be mine."
Yes. I did shook my head to disagree, but he only proceeded to explore more, kissing my body, licking every curve that I had. I felt him knead my breasts that was devoid of a brassiere and I felt his tongue swirling inside my mouth when he forcibly opened it.
I gasped at the sensation.
I wasn't supposed to feel good about it, but how could I be insensitive to his touch when he was sending waves of pleasure all over me?
Like Ruen, Cain's touch was burning me, coaxing me to submit, making me weak. With our first encounter in the king's room days ago, I should be p
