Rosalind parted her lips just as Rowan's tongue slid along the roof of her mouth, savoring her taste as he deepened the kiss, and she found herself clutching his chest while his arms wrapped firmly around her waist.
Just like before, the feel of his tongue in her mouth sent butterflies through her stomach, a warmth spreading through her as he held her like he had no intention of letting go. In that moment, Rosalind thought of nothing else but them.
Damn the king.
And damn everything, she only wanted to stay like this for as long as she could. She followed his lead, copying what he did as best as she could, her senses overwhelmed by the heat of his mouth against hers; when he nibbled on her lower lip, a soft sound escaped her before she could stop it, and she felt his hold tighten, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them as her breathing grew uneven.
