The kiss was gentle. Beatrice almost didn't feel it. Frederick was looking over his shoulder as if they were schoolchildren, and he was stealing a kiss. She found it endearing.
"Pardon me, Your Majesty. I could not resist." He told her.
She was still in his strong embrace. She liked the way it felt. She didn't want him to let her go.
"It's quite alright. I would like if you did it again." She told him with a coy smile on her freshly kissed lips.
"Y-you would?" He seemed delighted and surprised.
"Yes. I would like that very much." She told him.
He leaned back down and once more captured her lips, this time with more passion behind it. Beatrice felt her body growing warm as she kissed the very skilled Duke. He kept his hands on her cheek. Hers was pulling on his suit jacket. The kiss was growing more and more intense by the second. She realized she would have to be the one to initiate and break the kiss. When she did, she was stunned and out of breath.
