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Kalyll chuckled. “Is that what you think?”

“Yes. I’m just a human, remember?” The way he’d spat the word… It still hurt.

“A very tempting one.”

His cobalt eyes tracked the length of my body, making the shivers coil tighter still and spiral down straight to my core. He reached out, took my hand, and raised it to his mouth. He planted a hot kiss on my palm, his tongue tracing a circle there.

My knees wobbled.

“A very delicious one,” he rumbled. “I’ve had a taste, and I want more. The beastandthe prince.”

He took another step forward and wrapped a hand around my waist, pulling me to him. “I know you want this, too.”

I clenched my teeth, the only form of refusal I could muster.

“Don’t fight it.” He brought his nose to my neck and inhaled me. “I can smell it on you. The want. Your arousal saturates the air, and it’s driving me mad.”

Damn, oh damn, my traitorous body.

His own body quaked in evidence. He was fighting to restrain himself, and I knew one small sign from me, and he would give in.

Would it be so bad to give in? Would it be so terrible to be irresponsible for once? Me, the older sister who always did the right thing?

Yes, it would be irresponsible. YES, IT WOULD!

But why not live a little? Why not share a moment of perfect bliss?

I took a yearly remedy of my own creation that would protect me from pregnancy. There would be no illegitimate children that proper heirs would later want to murder to protect the crown. So why not let this gorgeous prince take me and fuck me out of my mind?

And in the process, prove to him that this human could also ruin him.

I raised a hand to his naked chest and pressed it to his heart, which was pounding hard and wild. I traced the edge of his pec with my thumb, a feather’s kiss. The way he shivered under my touch made me bold, made me act like never before.

“I want more too,” I said, fighting the blush that threatened to bloom in my cheeks. “I think I like what you have to offer.”

I let my hand slide down his abdomen, enjoying the dips and valleys. I stopped at his waist though I wanted to keep going and discover more, but why so fast? If I did this, I would enjoy it.

We might both regret it later, but right now, neither one seemed to care.

His mouth crashed against mine, and in an instant, we were lost in a wild mess of lips and tongues and teeth. He tasted like tart berries as he kissed me with powerful strokes of his tongue, sending the most delicious jolts of pleasure through me, turning my blood to lava.

I was enthralled, practically off my feet as I tried to keep up with the savage way he was devouring me. He growled with my bottom lip trapped between his teeth, and I moaned, even as the bite caused pain. We gasped for air with every swipe of our tongues, and he became my oxygen, my lifeline. Our hands slid over each other’s bodies, touching everywhere we could.

The firmness of his body felt like heaven against my fingertips as they traveled the length of his naked back. There was nothing at that moment that marked Kalyll as a prince, and me as someone out of his league. It just felt like a male and a female who had been yearning for each other for days and were finally together.

His mouth traveled down my neck, and he barely came up for air. He was like a starving beast finally offered a meal. He cradled my ass and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he pressed me against a tree, the bulge in his trousers rubbing me in the right place.

“You want this, don’t you?” he growled, rubbing again.

“Oh, yes!” I cried out, running my tongue along the column of his strong neck.

He whirled and dragged me to my knees on the soft grass. Heat flooded my insides as he looked at me, and I turned to putty, ready to be made into any shape he wanted. In one quick motion, he removed my tunic, then disposed of my bra like an expert.

Possessively, he pulled me close, his warm torso caressing mine, one of his hands squeezing my breast as he kissed my lips.

He was driving me crazy, but I could do the same to him. Finger trembling, I undid his pants, fighting with the string. When I was done, I slipped my hand inside and was welcomed by his large, throbbing length. My hand couldn’t even wrap around his girth, and I couldn’t help but imagine how delicious he would feel inside of me. He threw his head back, eyes growing darker as I caressed him.

With a growl, he dropped me to the ground, and I let out a gasp when his mouth sucked on my nipple. My hips writhed against him as he bit, his hand finding my other breast, massaging it, and pinching the sensitive bud as I moaned.


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