18 Have We Met Before?

This kiss was different from before.

It was gentle, hot, and lingering, like desire sparked under flickering candlelight. It wasn't scorching, yet it was enough to put me on a trace.

Prince Louis held me close, his tongue boldly invading my mouth. He invaded with a gentle but irresistible force, as if patrolling his private territory. I was initially intoxicated, but soon, as his tongue delved deeper, I gradually felt overwhelmed.

I could only make trembling moans from the depths of my throat, tilting my neck back, surrendering to his dominant kiss.

I didn't know how much time had passed, perhaps a few seconds or a few minutes, but the process felt unusually long and tormenting. My heart, which had settled down, started pounding vigorously again. By the time he mercifully released me, my head was already muddled and incapable of coherent thoughts.

I was utterly powerless, only able to rest my forehead against his shoulder, gasping for breath, even my shoulders trembling slightly.

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