Frost's right hand comfortably hugged Khione's neck while his left cradled her lower back, both pulling her in close as he pursed his lips and inched forward towards his target, her plump succulent lips.
The young Princess despite demanding this had butterflies in her stomach, her anticipation keeping her on tenterhooks. The closer Frost got and the longer he stared deeply into her eyes the more numb her body became, her legs gradually turning to jelly.
When he was but a few millimetres from making his assault, close enough that she could feel the heat from his breath she buckled under the pressure. She closed her eyes and readied her lips for his attack, her heart quivering as it prepared for the waves of pleasure she was hoping to feel.
