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*Ainslee* The metallic taste I’ve been smelling for days hits my tastebuds as I press my lips against Prince Rafe’s. His mouth is warm and soft, even if I can taste a bit of what he had for dinner, which isn’t exactly appealing, but it doesn’t stop me from holding my mouth to his. He is stunned. I can feel it in the tension in his face. At first, he is unyielding, probably wanting to pull away from me. But I am persistent and continue to keep my mouth on his for so long, eventually, he gives in. And then he is kissing me back. Tentatively at first, like he is also leery of tasting my meat mouth. When his hand slides up my cheek and around the back of my had to hold me in place, my heart surges in my chest, and an ache begins to form low in my belly. His lips release mine for a moment, bu