This kiss was different from before.
It was gentle, hot, and lingering, like desire sparked under flickering candlelight. It wasn't scorching, yet it was enough to put me on a trace.
Prince Louis held me close, his tongue boldly invading my mouth. He invaded with a gentle but irresistible force, as if patrolling his private territory. I was initially intoxicated, but soon, as his tongue delved deeper, I gradually felt overwhelmed.
I could only make trembling moans from the depths of my throat, tilting my neck back, surrendering to his dominant kiss.
I didn't know how much time had passed, perhaps a few seconds or a few minutes, but the process felt unusually long and tormenting. My heart, which had settled down, started pounding vigorously again. By the time he mercifully released me,
