"Mmm, it hurts..."
Eva Nightingale was in a daze from sleep, suddenly feeling a shadow pressing down on her so heavily she could hardly breathe. The lips against hers carried a familiar and magnetic taste, invading her mouth. With a hiss, the other person bit down, filling her mouth with the taste of blood.
The pain woke her completely.
She raised her hand to push the man off: "You... you're hurting me..."
The man's ravaging movements paused abruptly, his dark eyes staring at her intently.
"Sorry..."
His thin lips exuded the aroma of red wine mixed with magnetic hormones.
Wine, the taste of wine.
In her shock, Eva stared at the man on top of her: "Crown Prince... why are you here, am I dreaming?"
She wasn't supposed to be in Eastern Europe, right? She hadn't seen him for so long.
