"You scare me," he said, "and I still want you."
I should have spoken.
Laughed. Cut him down.
Instead, I stood still — watching him.
Watching the war behind his eyes.
He didn't move like a prince. He moved like a man who had run out of reasons not to.
And then — just like that —
He kissed me.
It wasn't slow.
It wasn't gentle.
It was sharp. Real. Sudden.
Like lightning when the sky doesn't rumble first.
His hand caught my waist, his lips crashing into mine like he'd held back for too long.
And for a heartbeat — a single, dangerous moment — I let him.
I let him feel what it was like to touch something he could never own.
Then I pulled away. Just enough.
Not flinching.
Not cold.
Just in control.
"Careful," I whispered. "You might get used to wanting things you can't keep."
His breath hitched.
He looked at me like I had burned him — and he liked the pain.
I turned without a word and left the greenhouse.
Let him remember the taste of fire.
Let me know when you're ready for Chapter 28 — where Milena pretends nothing happened… but the prince can't forget.
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📖 The Forgotten Blood
Chapter 27: The Line He Crossed Without Asking
(Milena's POV)
"You scare me," he said, "and I still want you."
I should have spoken.
Laughed. Cut him down.
Instead, I stood still — watching him.
Watching the war behind his eyes.
He didn't move like a prince. He moved like a man who had run out of reasons not to.
And then — just like that —
> He kissed me.
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It wasn't slow.
It wasn't gentle.
It was sharp. Real. Sudden.
> Like lightning when the sky doesn't rumble first.
His hand caught my waist, his lips crashing into mine like he'd held back for too long.
And for a heartbeat — a single, dangerous moment — I let him.
I let him feel what it was like to touch something he could never own.
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Then I pulled away. Just enough.
Not flinching.
Not cold.
Just in control.
> "Careful," I whispered. "You might get used to wanting things you can't keep."
His breath hitched.
He looked at me like I had burned him — and he liked the pain.
I turned without a word and left the greenhouse.
> Let him remember the taste of fire.
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