Rayan's cold lips had taken her by surprise. Milena didn't expect such a passionate, hot kiss from a cold-blooded man. Yet, the vampire Prince wasn't holding back. He was tasting every bit of her, not holding back, as if he was about to devour the young duchess. Milena felt it all the way down to her spine. She shivered. There was something unique about being kissed by someone with cold skin, yet so good at warming her up. Rayan's kiss had a slight taste of blood, and a hint of red wine that enthralled her. Milena closed her eyes, almost by reflex, enjoying this strange, f*******n kiss.
He shouldn't have been there. They shouldn't have been allowed to see each other, touch each other, and kiss. She should have pushed him away, as a Lady. Yet, she couldn't care less. Rayan was just a mast
