Escape

Emmaline POV

I launch myself onto the bed and let out a muffled scream into my pillow.

Where did he learn to kiss like that?!

Didn't he say he was a virgin?!

I flip onto my back, staring blankly at the intricate carvings on the ceiling, trying to process what just happened. My heart is still hammering against my ribs, my lips tingling as if his touch still lingers. I roll over again, punching my pillow before burying my face into it, as if that will erase the sensation of his lips on mine.

I was planning on sulking tonight, maybe letting Daelan coax me with his usual soft voice, his arms wrapping around me in that possessive but gentle way he always does. I was expecting sweet words, maybe an apology, followed by my rightful dose of attention.

What I wasn't expecting was for him to kiss my brains away.

And worse? I was so caught off guard, so absolutely ruined by that first kiss that I initiated the second one.