We kept kissing; it was like a drug. The more kisses we shared, the more we craved. Neither of us willing to stop, neither of us willing to break this passionate moment, it felt too good to end.
Eventually the duke pulled away. Both of us breathing heavily as we tried to catch our breath and slow our racing hearts down. “We don’t have much time.” He said as our lips grazed over each other again. Sending tingles of excitement to go through me once more.
“I know.” I whispered. “Shouldn’t we be getting back before we are missed?” Our lips were still a hair’s breadth from each other. It felt like we were breathing as one as our chests moved up and down simultaneously.
“I am not ready for this to be over Celeste.” He rested his forehead against mine. “Not yet.” The duke murmured.
