Mon dieu. I cannot leave without tasting your lips once more.” She read the question in his hooded gaze. She would not let him leave, of course, but allowing him a kiss seemed a reasonable consolation after saving her life. Especially as she wanted it , too. Longed for it. She put her hand behind his neck, mimicking him, and threaded her fingers through his thick, wavy hair. “Take your kiss, my lord.

Mon dieu. I cannot leave without tasting your lips once more.” She read the question in his hooded gaze. She would not let him leave, of course, but allowing him a kiss seemed a reasonable consolation after saving her life. Especially as she wanted it , too. Longed for it. She put her hand behind his neck, mimicking him, and threaded her fingers through his thick, wavy hair. “Take your kiss, my lord.

– Sandra Jones –

His Captive Princess

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