Sephora's POV
I wasn't prepared for what I asked for. King Jon kissed me, hard, fiercely, like a man spending passion long pent up. Unable to control myself, I clung to his shirt, kissing him back just as wildly.
It did take up to a second before we both created our world, in which the only thing that mattered was the fire burning inside of us.
I clung unto him closely, every inch of my body pressed as close as possible to his body, his heat. The king already had my breast in his hand and then he lifted me by the butt and pressed against his groin. Slowly, the kiss was turning into something else, something I wasn't prepared for.
"I need you, Sephora."
His voice was low and the sexiest thing I've ever heard, and hearing my name on his lips in such a tone instantly had a magnetic effe
