Kiss Of The Scarlet Prince
I met him halfway, matching his playful energy.
My fingers curled around the collar of his cloak, pulling him closer as I whispered, “Careful, Blackthorn. I might just start to enjoy this.”
His grin deepened, and he caught me in another kiss—this one slower, deeper, but still laced with mischief.
Our bodies pressed closer, warmth spreading like wildfire beneath my skin. His hands traced the curve of my waist, pulling me even nearer.
Just as the moment threatened to tip further, Blackthorn pulled back, breath ragged but eyes serious.
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