Seventy Seven : 21+ : Warning!! Adult Content

He kisses me, gently at first, then with increasing urgency, and despite everything, a familiar burst of fire low at the core of danger.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue mating with mine in a military passion that doesn't reveal our lack of privacy, and the dizziness swirls, my dizziness increasing until he's the only firm anchor in my world. Overwhelmed, I pressed him down, clutching fistfuls of his shirt, and with my mind dissolving under the pull of a dark dream, it didn't matter that I had thought that we should end anything, that we should talk about what must end between us, and tell him that the arrangement engagement is arranged for me.

Nothing mattered except the two of us, and cupping Rhysand's jaw to his eyes, my fingers stroking his aftershave that was both rough and soft at the same time. Rhysand put his arm around my back, pressing me against him. He brushes his mouth against my cheek, his teeth nibbling at my earlobe before making his way down my neck. Shivers danced dow