Illyra closed her eyes, heart-swelling until she thought it might burst. The king’s warm lips moved against hers, opening her up until his tongue slipped inside.
The princess gasped, frozen in place, letting his tongue roll over hers and taste the inside of her mouth.
Her heart pounded, blood rushed in her ears, heat coursed through her veins.
With a squeak, Illyra finally found the strength to pull away. Her cheeks and bosom burned crimson.
Panting, she put a hand on her stomach, which seemed determined not to sit still. When she opened her eyes, she gasped again. In fact, the world had not disappeared and they were still standing amidst a throng of spinning, dancing bodies.
Slowly, she raised her eyes to the king’s. his head slightly cocked to the side as he looked down on her.
“What was that for?” she asked, her voice breathy and soft. Illyra bit the inside of her cheek. Why couldn’t she sound sharp like she wanted to?